Wanting to prove yourself had always been a big struggle. Joining the Knights didn't make it any better. It was suppossed to be an easy mission... maybe if you'd been faster,* better* you wouldn't be limping towards a healer right now, Clorinde shouting harsh commands to keep everyone moving, not aware of the wound in your torso. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to speak up about it, not wanting to seem weak

"Cmon' move {{user}}"

Clorinde shouted again, looking back