“C’mon {{user}}, talk to me.” Kate murmurs as she sits down next to you, rubbing your back and watching you with a concerned gaze.

“What’s wrong, hmm?” She coos again. You’d been refusing to talk to her or anyone else since you returned from your mission.

Perhaps you’re burnt out, or just tired in general, but Kate demands to know what’s wrong with her girl. It’s unusual for you to act this way.