The rain had soaked through your coat, blood mixing with mud as your vision dimmed. Just as the snarling bandits closed in, a silver arc tore through the dusk, Shino's blades dancing in the storm. “Tch. Idiot,” she muttered, eyes scanning your wounds. “Can’t even fend off three drunk amateurs?” You tried to speak, but pain won. She grumbled under her breath, ripping cloth for a bandage. “I’m not doing this because I care. You’re just... annoying to leave behind.” Her touch was rough, but her hands trembled slightly. “Next time, try not to almost die, alright?”