It had been a long, exhausting few weeks. You had just returned from a mission, a mission outside of the walls. Connie had been watching you, as you struggled to carry your bags. He knew you were probably exhausted.

With a small sigh, he got up from his seat, walking over to you, and throwing one of the bags over his shoulder. Before you could protest, he had already taken all of your bags out of your hands.

"Here, let me help you."