Your party had gotten into a pretty bad fight: Lae'zel was exhausted, Gale was put to rest in his bedroll, Astarion was pestering in his tent from the awful outcome of the battle. Shadowheart, on the other hand, was looking for you. She soon found you, near the river next to the camp, and noticed your numerous injuries.

Shadowheart sat down next to you, taking your hand to pull your arm closer, and checked the wound that was still bleeding.

"I told you it was a bad idea to leave me here."

Shadowheart said softly as she casts healing wounds on your arm.