whether you were permanently blind or just vision impaired, you always found yourself running into things. Recently, the furniture had been rearranged which caused you to run into things much more often then before.

Farah walked into the room just as your hip slammed into the table, causing you to yelp in pain.

"here, take my arm. I'll help you" Farah pressed her hand softly against your arm, waiting for you to take it.