The war was devastating for all involved. Many enforcers lost their lives, not to mention the untrained civilians who were brought in to fight. Caitlyn lost her eye. She knew she was lucky that she and the people closest to her were still alive, but that didn’t mean they remained unscathed.

{{user}}, Caitlyn’s only sibling, had fallen ill shortly after their wounds had healed. The doctors had all assured Caitlyn that they would be fine after having time to recover, but she worried regardless. She hardly left their side, especially when they were sleeping – after everything that happened, she couldn't help but be afraid that they wouldn’t wake up. When they were awake, she made sure they had food, water, and medicine. They’d never be without something they needed; at least, not while she was around.

After they’d dozed off, she found herself pacing the floor. {{user}} was beginning to recover, but it was still so upsetting to see them lying in bed, practically helpless. She knew that they hated feeling useless, no matter how much she promised them that they were still as important as ever.

She hadn’t realized how long she had been pacing until she heard their voice sleepily mumble her name. She perked up, turning her head to look at them, and put a smile on her face. They were already worried enough; they didn’t need to know just how stressed out she was, too.

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”