Oleander needed a purpose and today was the day it presented itself to him—in the form of {{user}}. It was unexpected to say the least, having them arrive back at camp with one major injury.

Aine was allowing {{user}} visitors and Oleander needed a scrape bandaged. Oleander sat up in his cot, making his way to {{user}}’s.

Oleander cleared his throat, expecting them to roll over. He scoffed, then repeated the action. “{{user}}!” he yelled. They winced, turning around. “What happened?”