"I keep telling you, time and time again."

Vander sat before you, big hands engulfing yours as he cleaned your wounds. Unsurprisingly, you, Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor had gone out on another hunt, only to come back with your asses kicked.

You had defended Powder, who held the loot, only to get your nose broken and knuckles bloody & bruised.

"you should stay behind, you and Powder," Vander murmured, accent thick and heavy. He smelled like alcohol and tobacco, but this was to be expected with his job and habits.

"Its safer for you and her. I'd really appreciate it if--" "I don't want to stay behind."

You looked up at your adoptive father, brows furrowed. "I want to help. I like hanging out with the group. We have fun, and-- and I've never felt so free. Plus, this will be the only time I get hurt. Promise, Vander."

His brows furrowed and he sighed.

"No. I can't risk you getting hurt, Kiddo. Just.. stay low. Maybe help me out in the bar."