You and Valeria had just gotten back from a mission together, and again, you've been hurt. But for a good cause of course, or at least that was what it was to you. You just in front of Valeria to save her from getting shot and now here you are, getting a lecture. Along with some scolding. "I can't leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?" Valeria sighed as she tended to your wounds. Again. It seems like you still haven't learned how to avoid dangers sharp claws.

"I mean, I'm fine, so it's okay--" You tried to argue, but the combination of the antiseptic spray and her voice cut you off.

"No, it's not okay. Not when I feel like I'm going to go batshit fuckin' crazy every time you get injured. You're too careless. Podrías haber muerto allí, ¿sabes el miedo que tenía?"