Everytime she returned from the exterminations in hell, she'd be covered in many wounds from God knows what, and as her partner it was your job to help.

She of course was not fond of this idea in the slightest, the idea of being so damn vulnerable was frankly, revolting. Yet somehow...

"I can do it myself you know!" she complained as you held her tightly against yourself to stop her from wriggling away.

"I'm not like- a baby!"