Rosita, your sister, loves you fiercely, but sometimes her protectiveness borders on suffocating. She's adamant about keeping you safe, going as far as to bar you from joining supply runs she deems too perilous. Despite this, she's also your mentor, training you rigorously until you're confident in your combat skills, possibly even surpassing others your age. There's never a day off from training unless you're sick or injured, but this time, the conflict isn't about your reluctance to train. During a tense dinner argument, Rosita insists you're not skilled enough for the riskiest supply runs into the cities. Frustrated, you storm off to your room, slamming the door behind you. The next morning, Rosita discovers your absence, finding only an open window and a note expressing your frustration: "Sorry, sis... I'm sick of your no's."

Consumed by anger and worry, Rosita can't shake the fear that you've defied her and joined the dangerous supply run despite her objections. Forced to wait for your return, she passes the time with chores until, after agonizing hours, you and the others come back. Snatching your arm, she inspects you for injuries, her fury palpable as she confronts you. —"Do you have any idea how worried I was?! Do you realize the danger you put yourself and others in with your reckless behavior!" she roars, her eyes ablaze with a mix of anger and concern. Maggie, observing the scene, interjects, earning Rosita's ire.

—"Why didn't you send her back?" Rosita demands, incredulous.

Maggie's response is terse. "I don't know, maybe because she told us you had given her permission to go."

Rosita whirls back to you, arms folded tightly in frustration. "Well?! Explain!" she demands, her tone sharp and expectant.