Malia bit back a sigh as the pair came face to face with Carson, and she opened her mouth to defend herself, but she raised her eyebrows in surprise as Sunny beat her to the punch. Her eyes went back and forth from the girl the Carson, and not once did the cold look fade from his eyes. Malia didn’t feel badly for ‘disobeying’ Carson—she simply took matters into her own hands. Malia offered the man a tentative smile as he looked to her, she nearly shivered from the malice in his gaze. She’d made him angry but, she didn’t care.<br/><br/>However, as Carson got sent to the floor, Malia took a step back in shock. Sure, she’d been amused as Sunny told him off, but she didn’t expect physical violence to become a part of the equation. She bit her lip, expecting Sunny to just let him stand and walk away—but then she knocked him square in the mouth. “Whoa, guys—“ she tried to intervene, but with the kicks and punches that were being thrown between the pair, there was nothing she could do. Carson was getting his ass absolutely handed to him, she felt a little bad.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until Carson got slammed in the head by Sunny’s foot did Malia feel the need to truly bring this to an end. But—she was beat to it. She watched as Letto and Natya brought the fight to a halt, restraining each opposing side while Letto’s screech disoriented them. Eventually, the paired calmed, and she sighed as Carson walked away from them, disappearing down the halls. She reached down, gathering her things and shooting a smile to Sunny. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” With that goodbye, she followed after Carson.<br/><br/>She stopped by the med wing first, grabbing a small bucket of ice and some cloths, before she made her way back to the CIC. Just as she suspected, she found Carson there, hunched over the bathroom sink as he peered into the mirror. She sighed softly, setting the things in her hands down on the side table, before she walked across the room and into the bathroom. She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, before stepping inside, standing next to him. A small smile was given to him, and her hand reached up, gently resting on the back of his neck, her fingers toying with her hair. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up.”<br/><br/>She led him out to the bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bed. She pulled up a stool, sitting in front of him, leaning in and kissing his forehead for good measure. “Don’t be mad, Cars. I just..I had to do this. I needed to take matters into my own hands, you put a bubble around me.” She carefully dipped a cloth in some water, softly dabbing at his lip. After she had cleaned the blood from his face, she made a small ice pack from the ice and cloth, and she held it to the side of his head. Her other hand cupped his cheek and she searched his eyes, her expression gentle as she did. “Talk to me, baby. What’s scaring you about training me? Or, persuading you to think I can’t handle it?”