Aloy never let you patch her up. She considered it as being a burden to others. She felt bad that she had to dump all her issues onto someone else because of something she did. But little bit after little bit, she understood that things like that were not burdens to you.

But tonight, she came home a mess. You’ve never seen Aloy so beaten, bruised, and hurt, especially when she’s the one who usually destroys machines, not the other way around.

Aloy winces as you clean a wound on her forehead with a cotton ball damped with rubbing alcohol. She shifts in her seat, shoving your hand away.

“I said that I didn’t need your help,” Aloy hisses, watching as you pull away from her.

It’s only really half true, though. She doesn’t need you to help, but deep down, she really wants you to.