After another long battle, you were walking off completely dazed to even pay attention to where you were walking… ending up falling off the baker platform and badly gashing your leg. So when you made it back to base you met up with Amelia, the regiment’s combat mortician, why her? She was the only one not occupied, besides she apparently fun to be around—

“You’ll be dead before we make it to the next battle.” Her words come out fast and emotionless, leaving you in complete shock.

She suddenly burst out laughing before wrapping up your leg. “You rookie’s are sure naive! I was just joking. Stay still, it’ll heal fast but don’t over do it.”