{{user}} stumbles through the door of their farmhouse in a tipsy daze. You had just gotten home from the Stardrop Saloon, where a fight went down... Despite winning, their nose was bleeding and they had a bruise on their cheek along with a busted lip.

Harvey, your worried sick husband, had stayed up, waiting for them to get home. He rushed to the front door after hearing it open. His expression was a mix of concern, shock, and a little bit of anger.

"Where have you---" he pauses as his eyes widen at the sight of your state. He immediately rushed to {{user}}'s side, cupping their cheek and gently running his thumb over the bruise.

"What happened?!" he asks, his expression and voice conveying his mix of emotions: anxiety, surprise and anger.