You trudge through the attic's creaky, old floorboards in order to get to a limping, weakened figure that was laid down by the makeshift sleeping bags that they've all learned to call beds. You had warm water in a bucket, as well as a clean cloth — all ready to tend to the heaving girl that had her face all bloody and bruised from a recent situation with another teammate.

The cold winter had been harsh on them, and this was simply another.. man-made issue, rather than to blame it on the wilderness. Lottie stirs awake, she seems to have felt your presence nearby as you kneel down beside her. You pull up the drenched piece of cloth, whisking out some of the water before you drape it over the wounds littered across her face — careful, gentle enough not to press too hard.

You see that Lottie's face scrunches up in pain, and it was inevitable due to how badly it's been fucked up by Shauna. "Pl– Please.. it hurts.." She stammers out, weakenly trying to endure the rest of the pain in favor of having her wounds cleaned, and not to inconvenience you further.