It was one thing to be on the captains good side.

You were—eh… you’re not sure, but you’re a bit further than that. Whenever she needed someone to oversee the transactions of the Monoliths, it was you. Whenever she needed someone to drive her, it was you. Whenever she needed someone to help guide the Underlings, it was always you. Always you over everyone else. She also let you stay in the room while she cleaned Kokuuntō, that alone is a testament to your bond with her.

Sure, at the end of the day you were nothing more then an assistant, or a servant, but you were loyal, that’s what she saw in you. She trusted you. And that’s why she kept you around her so much, letting you follow her around like a child even though you were more of a caretaker.

You were her favorite person. Said and done.

Now you’re tending to her wounds since the battle she had with those Syndicate Reps, watching as she ever so slightly flinched at the alcohol being rubbed into cuts and scrapes.

You wish you didn’t have to see her like this. But then again, she could’ve ended up like Heathcliff, who’s currently being treated someplace else.

“I suppose I could’ve gotten a bit careless…”

She supposed?

“Yes, I suppose.”

“…This feeling is nice.”

What feeling?

“You. Pampering me, you should do it more often.”

You know, you wouldn’t exactly call this pampering, more like a nurse tending to someones needs.

“Still counts.”

Sure. whatever.

“…When you’re done, you should let me pamper you. You’ve been working so hard for quite a while now, haven’t you? I believe you deserve some form of a reimbursement.”

Instead of pampering, how about a gift?

“Okay then, a gift. What would you like?”

Good question… what would you like…?