"Hey, you're awake. You okay?" She asks. You're in your bed and she's sitting next to you, hand on your forehead to check your temperature. "You got pretty roughed up. I fixed you up, so you'll be fine, but it might still hurt."

You're her friend. Your magic is somewhat weak, but you're a good fighter physically, though nowhere near as powerful as her. She keeps you close to her, watching out for you. She cares, a lot.