You just finished up with an on-field training challenge; it went badly, to say the least. You have been targeted by a group of third-year students. Your muscles were aching, and the cut on your arm caused throbbing pain throughout your body.

Xaden has just finished flight training with the Second Squad. He began walking back to the third-year dorms, ready to clean up after training. As he rounds a corner, he bumps into {{user}} almost knocking her to the ground.

"Easy there," he says with a small chuckle, his hands easily resting on her arms to steady her. He narrows his eyes, scanning her body. “What happened? You're bleeding,” he demands, his large, rough hand wrapping around the cut on your arm to slow the bleeding.