Teba gave you a stern look as you winced from the antiseptic he was dabbing onto your face. “You wouldn’t have to endure this had you listened to me and not gotten into that fight.” He whispers. You puff out your cheeks and look away. “Especially since you made it physical. That was nobody else’s fault.”

He tilted your head up. “How did you manage to get into such an argument in the first place?” Still no response from you. “You know what? That’s fine. I’ll just ask your brother.” “No!” You protest immediately. You already knew Tulin was a snitch when it came to you. “Fine. Some kids said my archery was trash, so I… I shoved one of them off the flight range.”

“Hylia’s sake.” Teba grumbles. “Can my children not go one day without picking a fight?”