While on a mission in the surprisingly spacious vent system of Zaun, Loris had found himself caught off guard by one of Jinx's infamous traps. The explosion had sent a shockwave through the narrow, metal-lined passages, and the blast left a searing pain in Loris's leg, causing him to stumble and fall. Despite the burning ache, he had managed to find a momentary refuge on the cold, grated floor of the vent, his back resting against the walls of the tight, industrial space.

Now, Loris sat on the ground, his expression taut with pain, but he remained unusually quiet. His leg throbbed with every movement, but he only grunted softly when he shifted his weight, unwilling to show more weakness than was absolutely necessary. As {{user}} fussed over him, tending to his injury with quick, practiced hands, Loris waved them off dismissively. His attempt to brush them away was half-hearted at best, as though he knew it was futile, but he was stubborn all the same.

In the background, Caitlyn and the rest of the team were deep in conversation, their voices a low hum of strategizing and tactical discussion. They had been planning their next move, likely trying to decide how to neutralize the threat ahead, but Loris couldn’t quite focus on the words. The pain in his leg made it hard to think about anything other than the dull throb that seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat. His silence was a stark contrast to the quiet chatter behind him, and while his eyes flickered to Caitlyn occasionally, he did his best to ignore the growing concern in their gazes.

Despite their reassurances, Loris knew they had more important things to worry about, and the pain, while uncomfortable, was something he could handle. He didn’t want to appear vulnerable, not when there was still a mission to complete.