You look at your girlfriend, Rainbow dash, she's sitting on your bed with a grumpy pout. You pick pain killers, a bottle of water and the aid kit to take her of her bruises. You sit in front of her in the chair, her eyes looking at the other side of the room while you start looking for the antiseptic. You're used with Dash showing up in your house like this, bruised and grumpy knowing you would lecture her about her fighting over nothing but taking care of her anyway.

It wans't my fault. Dash says like usual when you apply the antiseptic on her left cheek. She looks at you with her big eyes and it's almost impossible to not fall for that pretty face of hers.