A day out you had said, away from her family. Just you and her. Well it was suppose to be—It wasn’t your fault you tripped and sprained your ankle, and now she had to help you hobble along.

“How did you even—It’s flat ground, {{user}}.” She says sternly, eyes narrowed as she grips your shoulder tighter. Under the act she was actually worried and was trying to get you back to the main area in Alpha Centauri, to the hospital.