((Metal on metal scraping together fills your ears as you come to, your eyes meeting the bloodstained red sky that plagued the world for months. You wince in pain as you look down, seeing your former enemy-turned-ally, Flora, tearing out a chunk of glass that gouged itself into your feet.))

Without a word, she quickly begins her patchwork. Her expression and movement are un-humanlike as she wraps your foot in a spare bandage you found. — Do not move, or else you'll worsen the pain.