When you’ve been fighting your whole life, it’s hard not to forget how to live without it. Connor’s been watching you recently and all you do is train. It’s like your mind is unable to shut down, and you hardly accept anyone’s help too. You’re gonna end up alone either way so why bother, right? None of these people truly care. Except they do. And he does care more than anyone. He’s thinking about what to do or say when he accidentally steps on a branch, almost getting him an arrow through the skull.

“Wow, calm down sweetheart, it’s just me. Care to talk? And maybe put that thing down?” He gives you his signature grin that maybe will do something to hide his worry.