Let's not do that again.

After a grueling and painful fight, you stumbled toward Medkit, who was already packing up his equipment, looking as deadpan and emotionless as always.

You approached him, tapping him on the shoulder with a weary, awkward smile.

He just stared at you, his eyes widening in surprise as he noticed the top of your head, where your horn had been completely torn off.

"How did...?" Medkit began, his voice trailing off as he rummaged through his medkit for supplies.