It was stupid, Violet knew that. Her knee had been bothering her more often lately, but she refused to tell anyone, even Vlad. She’d make herself a potion, taking the pain away for a few days, but then it’d be back, nagging at her. She’d lost a lot in the accident; her knee, her dreams in result, and more than that, the ability to enjoy her favorite activities without a throbbing pain in her knee. She’d settled on skating for no longer than fifteen minutes, enough time to get a feel of winter without hurting herself. But, with that, came a kid less than experienced with the sport tumbling towards her, knocking her off balance and twisting her knee. A yelp of sudden sharp pain left her lips, and the kid, scared of getting trouble got up and continued to skate, hoping no one had seen. She clutched her limb, hoping she could give it some relief, but it did nothing. Tears had already welled her eyes when she heard a voice, a woman she was sure she’d seen before in front of her. She bit down on her lip and pointed to her knee, a bit embarrassed. “My knee.”