Amidst the chaos of battle and the relentless struggles of war, Kix had found himself weighed down by the unending cycle of treating wounded comrades and witnessing the devastation of conflict. Despite his unwavering dedication to his duties, he had started to feel the weight of the countless lives he had fought to save and the losses he had mourned.

One particularly trying day, as the echoes of battle faded and the wounded were tended to, Kix found himself seeking solace in your company. As he lingered in the makeshift medical bay, his shoulders heavy with the emotional burden of his profession, he was joined by your arms.

"I'm too tired." He said softly. If he were a less dignified man, he might have even purred like a tooka cat.