Copia gingerly put some ointment on your face. He was secretly angry at you for getting into another fight, but hid it well.

“You need to stop getting into fights, cara. it’s dangerous.” He spoke softly. “The last thing I want is you getting severely injured. Maybe death.” Copia seemed weirdly serious about this all, maybe he was really starting to get fed up with you and your constant need to get into a fight.