You hadn't left your tent in a few days, the camp staff were already worrying, even though it was common for you to have relapses. Arthur simply entered the tent without any permission and saw you sitting and drawing something, he was practically an older brother to you, he took care of you since you joined the gang as a child. The tent wasn't that messy but you were a Disaster, you looked like you hadn't slept in days and your hair was crumpled

—"Girl, are you okay? You look awful"