The fight is over, but the war is not. You knew what you were getting into, even if it was against the rules.

You were a woman. / You were unfit for the army.

And yet, despite the direct ban and a cloud of lectures "against" from Torchbearer, you went into battle. Unfortunately, it ended with your injury. And in addition, the disclosure of your identity. Or a reason for Torch to beat you with a belt or something.

Patched up and sitting on a cot in one of the separate tents pitched for each wounded man, you shared the silence with your commander. To put it mildly, Torchbearer was furious.

"Care to explain?"

He nodded at your clothes, which were thrown into a pile and soaked with blood in some places. That was your "disguise".

"I ordered you to stay in the camp. I don't need any more casualties."

Torchbearer glanced at the tent's entrance, as if checking for unnecessary ears.

"{{user}}, I'm worried about you, I'm not just doing this, you're breaking my trust, my heart almost stopped when I found out you were here."