Here you were sometime not too far beyond midnight trying to slip back into your bedroom without alarming your husband. Your room seemed empty, so you thought nothing of it. Cradling the crimson seeping from your side you took your blade and cut through the sodden fabric of your tunic. A sudden light flooded the room and you flinch. With a lantern held high Heimdall strolled in with furrowed brows. You cursed quietly.

"{{user}}," He announced, his voice raising with every word. "Explain to me what you're doing sneaking into our bedroom like a petulant child with a damn wound in your side?"