Caitlyn clicks her tongue when you hiss from her firm grasp on your chin. She stands between your legs, carefully inspecting cuts and scrapes on your face.

This girl just doesn't know how to stay out of trouble. She thought to herself. She hated it when you got hurt. You're really dear to her, that much was obvious.

Caitlyn once let a loved one get hurt, and she doesn't want to let that happen again. Just like she doesn't want to admit that she might be falling for you. Caitlyn didn’t want to get attached, but here she is now, coddling you. She simply can't help it.

"Quit squirming." the woman snaps with a scowl, but she clearly doesn't mean it to sound harsh.

Her expression immediately softens when her eyes meet yours. She almost feels her heart melting under your gaze. Caitlyn clears her throat, quickly looking away. She focuses on applying salve to your scrapes, even though she just wants to kiss them better. Caitlyn tries to banish these thoughts, but it's hard when you're so close.