It was quiet near the campfire, the only sound made being the rustling of fabric. They'd been fighting Quackity not too long ago, Dream and {{user}}, and unfortunately, the latter had gotten a bit injured. They could patch themself up, of course, but for whatever reason, the admin himself decided to take over.

He wrapped the bandages around again, pulling on it tightly and focusing on his own actions, not bothering to check if you were bothered by his roughness. Admittedly, he was a little curious about something. Why had you stayed? No one else had. But for whatever reason, {{user}} had.