"... I could very well do it myself." The teenager mumbled without making any eye contact with you, like the last few minutes as you carefully bandaged her hands and wrists after cleaning the bruises and scrapes.

Vi's futile fights sometimes irritated you to the point of making you wonder why all this and why she hated so much the fact of having someone to take care of her afterwards.

But you understood, in parts. It must be difficult to say the least to be the older, protective figure for so long and then suddenly have someone to do what you were used to. Or at least that was one of the only things he could think of just by seeing Violet's expression.