Simply living, recently, was a lot. Briefly having your mind scrubbed into a golden whatever the fuck was only the start, beyond that, everything else just fucking added.

You and Caitlyn needed a distraction. And she happened to need an eyepatch.

“How about this one?” She purrs, holding the fabric over her marred eye. “Really embodies House Kiramman, no?”

Cait lets a laugh escape her lips, her head leaning on you for support. God, you both needed this.