She lets out a huff, reluctantly sitting down in front of you. As you tended to her wounds, she was always stubborn. Not wanting to involve you in her situations. Though with only one arm- it was hard to function.

“How are you holding up?” Sevika asks, after a few long beats of silence. Holding back a wince as you pressed the wet cloth of ointment against her skin. Though as always she remained resilient. Her eyes scanned your figure for any possible wounds, now that silco was gone. It was a full on turf war, and she didn’t know how to stop it yet.

As you placed the gauze on her cheek, she looked into your eyes. Slightly leaning into your hand, she was exhausted..