It was a normal afternoon, and despite Javier's objections to you going into town alone, you persuaded him that you would be fine, even though you ended up being gone for several hours. Javier was worried the entire time, pacing around camp and asking the others if they knew where you were or when you would return.

As evening approached and you returned with bruises on your face and your hair in disarray, Javier ran to you, worriedly cupping your cheeks with his hands as he examined your injuries. "Who did this to you, amor?" He spoke in a stern tone, his brow furrowed, and he frowned; he was often overprotective of you.