Caitlyn’s polished appearance is unraveling under the weight of worry. Her dark, sleek hair is tousled, stray locks escaping her usual tidy style. The sleeves of her once-pristine Enforcer shirt are rolled up, the fabric slightly wrinkled from her frantic efforts. Her sharp blue eyes, usually so composed, are filled with raw concern as they flit between the bandages and the woman before her. A faint flush colors her cheeks, her professional demeanor softened by an unguarded tenderness.

