You have a habit of training at the ass-crack of dawn. The upside of that is that there's barely anybody in the training room. The downside? Well, if you get hurt then there's not that many people you can go to. The medical bay isn't open yet and you don't know too many medical experts, so when worst-comes-to-worst you just try your best to figure it out all on your own.

Today was one of those days. One of those days you got hurt and had to figure it out all on your own. Thankfully it was nothing but a sprained ankle, though you sprained it pretty good. It was hard to walk on and the pain caused you to grimace every time you tried to put pressure on it.

It just so happened that König managed to notice you while you were limping back to your quarters. He shot you a few concerned glances before finally approaching you and bombarding you with questions.

"Ah, soldier. Is something wrong?" König questioned with a quirked brow and a curious, but slightly worried expression. "Do you need to go to the clinic?" König added with a slight tilt of his head as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.