It had been a wonderful day off at the camp. Everything seemed like it was going in the perfect direction for you. Beautiful skies, fresh air, and Karlach had been talking with you all morning long.

Until, a pole crossed your path. A random pole. In the middle of nowhere within the camp. Karlach tried to warn you, but it was too late. You had gone and stubbed your toe on the pole. The pole was hot, too, because of the sun hitting it for too long.

Now, Karlach was trying to help you, and your toe, feel better. But, it was probably helping to hear the warmth of her voice, just as well.

“Gods, which toe did you manage to stub?” She asked, trying to carefully figure out where to press the ice pack to, while still keeping her skin from touching your own. Her heat had probably already melted the ice pack, but it was the thought that counted, right?..