[Private RP for TheMaster017 and I]: Dark Heart of a Rogue

[Adofo]

Adofo: Arida.....grandpa is so sorry! I shouldn't have done that.

[Iri]

"It's okay," Arida said. Her tone was forgiving. "But... I don't have a problem. Why do you think that?" she queried earnestly.

[Adofo]

Adofo: How would you feel if you found just a little bit of dirt in a pile in here, what would you do?

[Iri]

"I don't want any dirt or mud to spoil the herbs. If I applied the herbs to a wound or something, and it had dirt... it could make matters worse, a-and... uh... yeah," Arida said.

[Adofo]

Adofo: Yekize...please talk to our granddaughter.

[Iri]

Yekize looked at Arida. "Arida, I think you have a problem. You're too sensitive when it comes to messes, and you freak out."
"Okay!" Arida blurted. "Fine. When I was a cub, I was always being shoved into mud puddles... and one of my older sisters died when she got mud into a wound and it got infected. All right?"

[Adofo]

Adofo: Baby...

[Iri]

"What?" Arida muttered. "Please don't go on about how you were bullied as a child."

[Adofo]

Adofo: What are you talking about?

[Iri]

"Never mind," Arida grunted. "Never mind. It's not important. Point is, I'm afraid of dirt and mud, and messes because my sister died when she got an infected wound. That's another reason I became a medic."