It was about that time again. Your wings needed preening. But in between being swamped with work and being too embarrassed to ask for help, your feathers were becoming stiff, dirty, and hard to fly with. Not to mention how sour your mood had become recently.

It didn't take long for your Captain to notice and assess the problem, calling you into his office after a pretty stressful mission.

"It's obvious you're not in top form. Wanna take a stab at it and tell me why?" He asked, but he knew why.