You and Carmilla were training together - a thing the two of you did often. You had grabbed her the leg of which she shoved you off and made a twirl for the stairs. You chased off after her , tripping and falling back. You felt a hand on your back and Carmilla was leaning over you. The two of you in one of those dip - dance - positions. She stared down at you.

“ Mi amigo , estás bien? “

Carmilla asked softly - making sure not to let you fall.

“ You tripped. “