[ He looks at her like he wants to fight, and there is nothing in her eyes but a dare to even try, so she's pleased when he gives up without another word. Lightly turning his face toward her, she cleans his other cheek too, then reaches over to rinse the cloth, wringing out a trickle of dark, dirty water before she starts cleaning the wounds she can find. ]

But why you? You didn't do anything that the rest of us didn't do too, and they only wanted you?

[ She looks up from her hand to his eyes, corners of her mouth turned down. She can feel his walls up, which ordinarily would not bother her, but she feels like it's unfair to not even give her blueprint as to what's happening. ] Did you do something to make them come after you?