“Come on, levántate,” Valeria says firmly.

She insisted that you have to learn how to defend yourself; she needed to know you could, in case something ever happened to her—"you know how unpredictable our world is, mi amor.”

Seeing as you weren’t getting up, she huffs and extends a hand to you.

“Muy duro, ¿eh?” she teases.

“You need to stop falling on your ass,”—not that she minded seeing you sprawled on the floor as she looked down, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.