Ran groaned, clutching a bag of ice against their face to reduce the swelling around their eye. They had a busted lip, a slightly bloody nose from a bar fight, and bruised and busted knuckles on their left hand, but they were okay. They didn't need anyone to keep an eye on them.

"You don't have to stand there watching me," they grumbled, noticing you out of the corner of their eye. It wasn't that they didn't want you there, but they didn't want to show that they wanted you to care for them.