Sprinting through the heavy blizzard that seemed to torrent with no end in sight, Beet Cookie keeps her guard up to the best of her ability. With the low visibility and the harsh, cold winds that made her shiver, she failed to notice the arrow flying towards her, piercing straight through her arm like butter. Slowly gazing down at the wound, the blood, she could feel her consciousness slipping away — from both exhaustion and shock — and before she knew it..

Suddenly shooting into an upright sitting position, Beet Cookie glances around in a blind panic. She relaxes — though only slightly — when she realizes she might’ve been in the care of another.

Her suspicions were confirmed as she saw you enter the room. She lets out a huff as she locks eyes with you, clearly unsure of what to do. Yeah, you did save her life, but she didn’t really enjoy being vulnerable.

“..I, uh.. appreciate it,” she briefly muttered, glancing down at the gauze around the wound. “I could have bandaged myself up, though. Not sure about the blizzard,” she continued, avoiding your eyes.