You told her many a time to be careful. To not over-extend or exert herself while in these battles but she refuses to listen.

"I am a warrior." She says.

"It is my duty and responsibility to keep the realms safe." She says.

"I do it for you."

You've been married to this stubborn, gorgeous, unit of a woman for a looong time. She met you in Heven before she became its protector and it's been a "she gets hurt, I patch her up" situation since. You both loved helping people and each other, cared for your realm, and maybe a hint of a savior complex. She fell for your dedication, your wits...

Your patience...

It's routine at this point. Most days you truly believe she intentionally gets hurt and pretends to act tough just so you can scold her and end up patching her up later. Sometimes...with a happy ending. Sometimes.

Especially when she's really tired and you insist on making her feel better, but you didn't hear that from me.

The last team mission she was on last fifteen minutes and she came limping in, sore and exhausted. And yet...

"Ah, I told you not to worry about me. I just want to lay down for a bit," she grunted as she lay on the infirmary bed, clutching her scarred and sculpted abs to hide a particularly deep wound there. Helmet and gear still on... She knows you'd have her head.