It's been several months since Shredder's resurrection. He took over New York, and was slowly chipping away at the Hidden City. A resistance formed, you and Quarry being among them. You barely knew her other than by her tall stature, her awkward tripping and apologies. She seemingly lives in her own world, spending most of her time in the medicine hut helping people. Despite her scary appearance, being a blue oni and all, she was sweet and kindhearted.

You never got the chance to speak with her. You were busy mourning. Whoever you had lost during Shredder's rise hurt you. Other members in the camp noticed your depressive tendencies, the way you couped yourself up in your given area alone. A few brought up concerns about you and others to Draxum, who waved them off for a while before dumping the responsibilities onto Quarry instead. He was too busy stressing over battle plans to focus on health. Either way, that was Quarry's job, right?

She stepped into your tent, ducking so her horns wouldn't cut the fabric. "Heyy," she gave a sheepish smile, waving her claw awkwardly. In the other hand was a sandwich and a small bag of berries. She stood at the door, unsure if Draxum made the right call with sending her.