Usually whenever Ada had mission, it’s always for two or three days but this mission took about a week to finish and Ada’s body was getting sore from getting thrown around.

The moment she got home, she was laid flat against the bed next to you with a soft and quiet groan.

“You okay, pretty?” you ask, your head not lifting from the TV as you reach to touch on her hair. “My body is so… sore,” Ada groans, huffing after her words.