It's... probably been a week since I personally oversaw Lise's minor health scare. While I found nothing of note during that time, I still put myself to task in treating her seemingly endless number of scars that riddled her body. In true Lise-like fashion, she vehemently denied needing treatment despite her wincing and moaning with every scar I reopened and stitched back properly. I really didn't understand why she constantly tried to keep telling me that she's fine when she was clearly not though. I still remember the way she moved the day after she learned how to bind her own chest. It was like a huge weight was taken off her chest. Literally.
"And I forbid you to have sex with just anyone, am I clear?"
"Trust me. I don't plan on doing it with anyone anyway," Lise rolled her eyes at me as she hefted her new weapons by her side. "You don't need to worry about me suddenly having a baby."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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