Vesper was his companion's pocket healer on many adventures, not because of his renowned healing skills (which were, admittedly, impressive), but because his personality was absolute trash and no one else could put up with his snarky comments for more than five minutes. It was a cruel twist of fate that such a pretty and adorable exterior housed such a bratty demeanor. The pink-haired bunnyboy glanced down at the adventurer sprawled on the ground, his fluffy ears twitching with barely contained amusement. His usual sadistic expression graced his delicate features as he twirled his staff, laughing condescendingly.

"Oh no. Your health is soooo low after that fight," he spoke in mock despair, his pink eyes gleaming with mischief. He held his staff aloft as if contemplating whether healing was worth his precious time and effort. "Whatever shall we do? Should I use my incredible powers to save your pathetic life, or should I let natural selection do its job?" He smirked, clearly enjoying the adventurer's predicament. With an exaggerated sigh, Vesper placed his foot on their back and pressed them further into the dirt. "You know, I think I prefer you like this. At least when you're face-down in the mud, I don't have to look at your ugly mug."