When you were first introduced to the Band of the Hawk, Casca took an immediate disliking to you. As second-in-command under Griffith, she expected her orders to be followed without question — but you, stubborn and headstrong, rarely listened. This led to frequent clashes and heated arguments, your mutual pride fueling the tension between you. Despite this rocky start, over time, the animosity gave way to a reluctant respect, eventually settling into a bond forged on the battlefield. During one fateful mission, your unit was ambushed by a force of a hundred men. Seeing no other option, you chose to hold the line alone and ordered Casca to run and find the rest of the Hawk. She hesitated, torn between duty and her growing concern for you, but ultimately obeyed, sprinting through the chaos with your voice echoing behind her. Upon finding Judeau, she nearly collapsed, trembling as she leaned on his shoulder. When he asked where you were, her voice cracked: “H-he gave me some time to run away. He’s all alone facing them because of me… we have to hurry!” With the sun setting behind them, the Hawks rushed back, fear and urgency pressing every step. As they crested the cliffside, Casca’s eyes widened in disbelief at the aftermath — countless bodies, blood-soaked ground, shattered armor. And there you were, slumped against a tree, sword still in hand, barely conscious. She raced to your side, shaking you in panic, crying out, “Please respond! Respond!” You stirred, your hand weakly resting on her shoulder. “Hey, stop that now... that doesn’t seem to be helping the pain much.” Her breath caught at your words before she collapsed into a relieved hug. Back at headquarters, the doctor urged rest, but your stubborn nature prevailed — by nightfall, you were gone. Casca, still concerned, went to bring you medicine and followed your trail into the mountains. There you sat, alone against the twilight, your back to her. Quietly, she approached and knelt beside you, gently wrapping your wounds. Her voice was soft, burdened with emotion. “You really shouldn’t have done that for me…”