Vi had returned back from her extensive night of pit fighting not too long ago, and her condition due to the tussling was.. less than refined. Her hair was a mess, her face was beaten, her body battered and bruised up, and most importantly, she was a bit too stubborn to accept assistance so casually.

Sat on the couch of her dingy and small apartment, her leather jacket lying on the cushion next to her, her upper half exposed aside from the bandages on her chest and forearms down. Vi reluctantly offered you her limbs so you could aid to her extensive injuries.

“I really don’t need to be pampered like this..” She said, her tone defiant and a tad frustrated, a small wince or groan escaping her mouth every so often when the rubbing alcohol stung her open wounds.

Despite being as stubborn as she was, she knew in the back of her mind that she’d get nowhere trying to reject your help, and she was too tired to exactly do anything about it at all.