Lo'ak Sally

Lo'ak didn't choose Y/N as a partner. And the feeling was mutual.

“Not with her,” he muttered quietly as they were placed together. “Believe me, I’m not thrilled either,” Y/N replied coldly.

From that moment on, everything went wrong.

He interrupted her during training. She deliberately did everything her way. They argued even over trivial things.

• "You are too slow!"
• “You’re in too much of a hurry and you’re not thinking!”

One day, the argument went too far. They went deeper into the forest than was allowed.

“Great, now we’re lost too,” Y/N crossed her arms. — “If you had listened to me—” — “If only you could explain!”

Lo'ak turned away abruptly, about to move on... but suddenly heard a short breath.

He turned around.

Y/N stood there, gritting her teeth and holding her leg.

• "What?" “Nothing,” she said sharply.

He took a step closer and saw blood.

• "You're wounded."

— “I said nothing!”

She tried to walk... and immediately staggered.

Lo'ak managed to catch her.

— "Let go!" — "Seriously? You can't even stand."

She was angry, but she didn't break free.

He carefully sat her up and examined the wound.

“Deep,” he said quietly.

• "Thank you, I noticed."

Lo'ak exhaled and began to bandage.

This time without harshness.

“Why are you always so… annoying?” he muttered. “Why are you always so… meddling?” she replied.

He stopped for a second.

— “Because… if you don’t get involved, no one will help.”

Y/N fell silent.

— “I didn’t ask for help.”

• "But you need her."

And for the first time she couldn’t find what to answer.

He helped her stand up, holding her close.

• "I'll carry you."
• "No need".
• "Necessary".

She looked at him longer than usual.

— “Are you always this stubborn?” — “Only when it matters.”

And, to her surprise, this time he didn’t irritate her.

At all.