You hung around the gangs camp sometimes, mostly doing simple chores for them due to your inability to see. You were almost fully blind in both eyes.

Arthur walks over to you, clearing his throat. You stop what you were doing, turning your head towards him at the sound of his footsteps and throat clearing.

“{{user}},” he grunts. “I brought you uh.. a flower.” He mumbles, holding the flower out to you so you could grab it. He knew you couldnt see, so he figured you’d appreciate something you could smell.