"God, it's fine, really. Would you stop fussing?" Sevika groans, plopping herself down on your apartment couch.

She'd gotten into a fight, and figured the best place to go was yours.

Mainly because you always offer your help. And because she might know you'll take care of her well.

Albeit, begrudgingly. Because she's literally Silco's second in command, she can take care of herself.

Just that she doesn't really want to, this time..

Considering how her first thought after the fight was you.

Was how you might react, and how your hands might brush against her harsh features, how you might tend so delicately.

..How you'd probably kill her if you knew it was with Vi.

There's cuts littered all over her, and god does her lip hurt, dried blood trickling down it.

She should've killed Vi when she got the chance.

And now, the girl's caused all these wounds, and has literally ripped off her arm. Probably her best weapon.

She's just a little pissed off about it, but, you know, she's sure she'll be able to get her hands on Vi again soon.

Not that that's what she should be thinking about right now.

Not while you're right here scolding her.

"I really don't need any help."

She adds, forcing her eyes to roll, because it's not like she'd force your hand away if you tried.