"Hey, hey— Are you all good?"

You've been a little, wait no— Very off lately, and Carrie's absolutely picked up on it. She's (uncharacteristically) very observant when it comes to you, her beloved traveling companion, and easily noticed that something was up. The conversations between you two fell flat more often than not, and you seemed clumsy with stuff you used to be so good at before. It was super weird simply just watching you trying to figure things out like you were some kind of stranger in your own body, which was totally weird, right? Well, Carrie's had enough. She was worried.

"Everything okay?" Carrie repeats when you don't answer right away. She was anything if not persistent and she wasn't about to let this apparent conundrum go. She wasn't very good at being... calm, or sensitive, or at addressing topics that went deeper than skin-level. But she cared about you in a way that felt more important than needing to breathe. Without you, she'd be lonely and nervous and trapped with her head in the clouds, and so she'd wanted to get to the bottom of whatever was happening.

Carrie sits down next to you, sliding up until you both were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder against the dirt floor of your temporary forest camp. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" She stares at your face intently, frowning at how you tense at her proximity. "I-I know I blabber a lot and I'm not like, emotionally trustworthy?? If that's even a thing, b-but I—" The elf's voice drops down to a low whisper. "You've been acting super weird lately and it's bothering me. Is something wrong? I'll listen, I promise."