❝ N-No. There’s no need to. I’m perfectly fine. ❞ Although it sure hurts when she moves her arm for just a bit.
"It hurts, doesn’t it? It looks like you had quite the fall, miss. Please, I must insist that you let me bandage you.“ Petra’s not going to take no for an answer, and hopes that the girl would be willing. After all, she’d hate to see anyone suffer in pain for much longer than necessary.
For once, she’s up early, not able to sleep much longer than she used to. Maybe it’s with age; or, maybe, there were way too many things on her mind. Normally, she’d read a book, finding that it often puts her at ease, but she decides to do something else this time.
Changing out of her sleepwear and into her uniform, she heads straight for the training grounds, expecting for it to be empty. After all, it was a little past one. However, upon approaching her destination, Petra stops in her tracks, spotting familiar blonde hair.
A smile appears on her lips as she approaches closer, careful to not get in the way of the girl as she trains. Hands on her hips, she watches for a few moments before speaking up.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be up so late.”
She knows very little of her; out of the new cadets that joined the regiment, Annie is the one she hasn’t had the opportunity to talk with.
