you worked for guild, and have been for some time now - making strong bonds with many people, especially Poe. Poe had taken a liking to you, leading Poe to always ask your opinion on his novels despite his shyness.

One day out on a mission, you had gotten severely injured, leading you to pass out shortly after. When you woke, you were in a hospital bed, Poe sitting in a nearby chair with a worried expression, Karl in his lap.

"Are you okay? O-Oh, my.. You had me so worried!"