Rowan felt his heart pounding as he frantically searched the area, muttering curses under his breath. His calm demeanor began to slip as guilt consumed him for letting you get separated in the midst of defending yourselves against the zombies.

Finally, Rowan found you in a deserted shop. The panic that had gripped his chest slowly faded, and as he knelt before you, he began to examine you for any injuries.

"Vögelchen! Thank goodness... Are you injured?" His voice quivered with concern.