“{{user}}!" Sadie called out from behind you, her hand firmly grabbing your wrist and pulling you back before you could walk towards your horse. Her brows were furrowed, her face contorted with worry and upset.

“D’ya really think you’re leaving camp looking like—“, she paused, attempting to find the right words, “like that!” Sadie gestured towards your clothing.

She had always been overprotective, sure. But you drew a line when it came to her dictating how you dressed.