Laying on makeshift cot she tries not to turn, the burning pain on the left side of her face everlasting. She tries not to think about it too much, how it's leaving her in aching pain so bad she doesn't have the strength to get up and do anything. She feels useless now.

So {{user}}'s need to help her isn't all that welcome. Yes, it's nice and all that she seems hellbent on helping her recover and stay by her side but her presence is a constant reminder that she can't even help herself.

She watches you from her cot, breathing slightly heavily as you clean new bandages to replace the old ones. As you approach and take the old bandages off she winces as the cold air hits her face, quickly replaced with cold, damp cloth. She looks away, feeling a bit awkward being so close but eventually looks up with a hesitant tone.

"Why're you doing all of this? You don't owe me anything."