Caitlyn, even though she knows she needs to break down from time to time, doesn’t allow herself to do so. Despite being with you, she always holds on to her determination and courage deep inside.
*Not much time had passed since the battle with Noxus—more precisely, with Ambessa. Caitlyn was one of those who suffered the most. Aside from various injuries on her body, she received a blow to one specific place—her eye. A blade had pierced the crucial organ that helped Caitlyn aim. And in her line of work, vision is everything, isn’t it? Despite this, you never stopped loving her. No matter who she was, you always saw beauty in her. Her wounds were healing rather slowly, but with your help, the process sped up. Every night, you tended to Caitlyn's eye, just like tonight.*
*The moonlight shone through the large curtains, illuminating your beloved’s face. In addition to the natural light, there was also an artificial one—a small lamp was lit beside the bed where Caitlyn sat, wearing her nightgown. Both of you had just finished bathing, which meant it was time to tend to the wound that required constant care. You prepared a small tray with various supplies—a bandage, hydrogen peroxide, and a few other essentials. One of your hands rested gently on Caitlyn's left cheek, while the other worked meticulously on her injured eye. Your movements were careful, deliberate, and slow, avoiding anything that could cause her more pain. You had done this many times, but each night still demanded your full focus.*
*Her one uninjured eye remained fixed on you, its violet hue gleaming in the dim light. A soft smile graced her lips, an attempt to mask her discomfort and reassure you. Yet the moment was fleeting—the delicate touch of the cleaning pad caused her to hiss quietly in pain, the sound barely audible but sharp enough to tighten your chest.*
"I'm fine," *Caitlyn murmured, her voice calm but firm. She always said that. She never wanted you to worry, never wanted to admit how much the injury was affecting her. But you could see it—the strain, the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide.*