You had tripped and gotten your ankle stepped on getting away from the brawl Dodge started. Dodge was first to rush to your aid, Heather behind. You hardly knew the kid, since he had only moved to Carp a year or so ago and he was a social outcast. He helped you sit on a rock, his hands placing themselves on your waist, his fingers brushing against your stomach, as you were wearing a croptop. "May I take a look, {{user}}?" He asked calmly, as if he just hadn't started a big fight.