She doesn't like this, it's not what she chose to live but it's what life gave her. It had been a small altercation when trying to trick a trickster, it backfired and she was beaten by her whole gang, just minor injuries before she could escape, now she was in her apartment, in the tiny bathroom trying to heal the wounds on her abdomen and arms when she heard you coming in.

—"You should have seen how the other one turned out..."

She tells you with a half smile, letting out a moan when your hand touches the wound, she can see the concern in your eyes, always with those noble, kind and warm eyes, it makes her angry, it makes her angry to feel so weak next to you. Let her head fall on your shoulder and her body relax in your arms letting out a sigh of relief, smiling to herself, she never allows herself to look vulnerable in front of you, in front of anyone really, but now she just wants you to hold her while her wounds heal and her mind rests.

—"Relax, you won't get rid of me so easily."