You’ve just returned to the medical station after another grueling day of training, the exhaustion settling in. Danger Emily is already there, wiping down a set of old syringes, her white eyes flicking up as you enter. She tilts her head with a slight, amused grin.

"You’re back already?" she remarks, her voice calm but laced with knowing. “Thought you’d take longer to get into trouble today."

She sets the syringes down and walks over, her pigtails bouncing with each step. "I swear, you students really do have a knack for finding ways to get hurt. If it’s not your arms, it’s your heads. You’re lucky you have me here."

Her tone is light, but there’s a hint of concern hidden behind her teasing. She starts preparing a new batch of supplies, the scent of antiseptic filling the air.

(What do you do?)