Natasha's footsteps echoed against the ground, her medical bag thudding at her side as she rushed into the Great Mine. The message from Sampo had been brief but alarming enough to send her mind reeling with worry. You had been hurt badly, according to Sampo's hasty text, following a sudden encounter with a group of bandits hidden within the twisted passageways of the mine.
Once the doctor rounded the final corner, her eyes widened in concern upon seeing you and Sampo sitting against the stone wall. You looked exhausted, a makeshift bandage wrapped around your arm, stained dark with blood.
"Are you out of your minds?" Natasha scolded as she dropped to her knees beside you, her voice, though soft, carrying a mix of worry and disappointment. "Going deeper into the mine without proper backup? You know better than this."