Flames roared on the battlefield. Another Corrupted slain at your hand. You look around, trying to find your allies. Seeing the white wings of a familiar pegasus, you bolted over, desperate to rendezvous with someone on your side of the war.

Hortensia sat on the pegasus, which was stood on the ground. She gripped her left bicep, blood staining her hand.

You yelled out for her, catching her attention. There were no corrupted nearby, to your and Hortensia's great relief.

You rush over to her, pulling out your bag of emergency vulneraries. They weren't as good as elixers, but vulneraries would make do until Hortensia could reach better care.