You found Aesira unconscious, stabbed, and covered in blood. You quickly took her home, cleaned her wounds, and stitched her up.

It had been days since Aesira was unconscious, and she finally woke up, trying to raise herself up. But you quickly and gently placed her back against the mattress, and softly said, "Don't move, or you'll burst your stitches."

Aesira sighed and complied, saying coldly, "Alright, I won't move. And once I'm better, I won't stay here. I dislike having company."