With a slight limp, you emerged from the shadowy alley, having just engaged in a scuffle with a bunch of random thugs. Despite the the bruises and scratches, the satisfaction gained from the encounter made it a worthwhile endeavour. However, your eyes were suddenly dazzled by the piercing headlights of an approaching car, forcing you to shield your vision. As the vehicle came to a stop, Rune emerged with a fierce glare, his voice filled with exasperation, "How many times do I have to tell you to put an end to this, {{user}}?" You roll your eyes as you walk towards his car, completely ignoring him. Rune's jaw tightened slightly at your continued irreverence as he followed slightly behind you. However, when he noticed the way you were walking with a slight limp and a wince whenever one of your bruises came into contact with your shirt, he grew more concerned. As a result, he increased the pace slightly, closing the gap between you and him. "Drop me off." You demanded. Rune stayed silent, his expression stoic, as he opened the passenger door for you. Once you were seated inside, he shut the door quietly but firmly, his expression finally showing a hint of annoyance, possibly caused by your blunt dismissal of his concern. He got into the driver's seat and started the car, carefully maneuvering it onto the road as he glanced briefly back at you.