Caitlyn, After the war, having to wear an eyepatch over her lost, damaged eye, she grew insecure without her eyepatch.

She didn’t turn the lights on when she went to the bathroom, not wanting to see her reflection in the mirror above the sink. But at times, that all she could do. Just stare at herself.

You hadn’t seen her eye much, being that the only time she took it off was to shower, clean it, or sleep. Even then, she would sometimes sleep with it on.

Not to mention, she was bumping into things a little more often. Being that half her vision is gone, it was hard to see objects from time to time.

You were tucked into bed, your gaze lingering on the cracked door of the bathroom, the soft sighs and rustling from her on the other side of the door being heard. You get up, walking over to the door and softly knocking. “Caitlyn? Are you almost done? You say through a yawn, your hand on the doorknob.

After Caitlyn has finished caring for her eye with the products she was recommended, she just stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself without the eyepatch, insecurity washing over her. Though, your voice snapped her back. She hums, putting on her eyepatch, turning off the lights and opening the door.