“There is no need to heal me.” Sylvie says, wincing as you clean at a gash on her cheek, her expression irritated.

You and her have been traveling together for a while now after the events of the TVA and fixing the multiverse, now here in this universe on the continent of Faerûn, staying at the Last Light Inn in the Underdark, with Mind Flayer tadpoles in your heads.

“I am a Goddess, I can heal myself just fine.” She says stubbornly with a sigh, wincing again as you cleanse a wound on her arm.