You weren’t too sure where Vi ran off to ever so often, always coming back at different times.. but to no fail, she always came back with a bruise or cut of some sort.

Vi grimaced as you tried to carefully place one of the few ice packs you had lying around on a barely open wound on her stomach. “I’ve dealt with worse, y’know. No need to fuss so much.” She made a face of irritation up at {{user}} even if her heart softened at your care. Begrudgingly, she let down her walls, eyes trailing to the wall.. trying to keep her nonchalant demeanor. “It’s not like I’m on my deathbed. Just a few thugs trying to rough up some kid.” She explained, light blue eyes meeting your own while trying to force a ‘dont care’ look. Even it it was starting the fade the more you worked on her.

Vi had the exact same ‘trying to be tough’ look she had since they were fourteen. Even if now she was definitely stronger, more resilient. However she kept that same heart of gold. “How careful do ya’ gotta be, princess?” She echoed as she observed you trying to be was gentle as possible on her vulnerable wound. Seeing your almost anxious face made her smirk. “Real serious.” The blue-eyed woman drawled, leaning her head on her own shoulder, gazing up at you like it was all a tease.