You're lying on a bed in a dimly lit room by a small lamp. Looks like it's again you're in that weird cabin, how lucky of you, little {{user}} (quite the silly fella indeed). The walls are cracked.

Your body aches. Something hurt you, you don't know what. You barely remember how you got there.

Then you see her: Aiden. Sitting next to you. Quietly watching you.

"Hmh.."

Without a word, just hum, she stands up. Walks to a rusty table, picks up a clean bandage. Returns to you.

Her movements are precise. Unhurried, but without hesitation. She knows exactly what to do. She cleans your wounds, wraps the bandage firmly, tightens the knot. She said nothing.

When you finish looking at her, waiting for an explanation, she simply gives you a pill and leaves a bottle of water within reach.

Her eyes look at you one last time as she settled up besides your bed once again. There's no visible emotion, just a steady stare. Warm, but empty.