You sit on the cold floor as Casca tends to your wounds with a stern expression, a bit harshly so — which wasn't Le’garde’s command, she simply wanted to care for you even when you make her so mad.

“You were so…” She starts, sighing deeply, tying the cloth around your arm tighter than necessary - She wants it to hurt, just like it hurted her when you acted so imprudently. “So careless.” She scolds, finally finishing her sentence.

After getting done with patching up your arm taking only a few minutes, Casca moves away from you, standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking sharply in your direction, waiting for an apology.