“Foolish.”

She says, tending to the wounds across your body with her magic. It’s another day at camp in the Last Light Inn, ending off with you all getting ambushed by some Shadow-Cursed, which you won, but you walked off with injuries.

Shadowheart is off doing whatever weird stuff she does, so Vixen took the job as your healer for tonight. Though not as skilled as Shadowheart, Vixen does decent enough to make sure you’re not dead and resting in Valhalla.

“Try to do decently better next time. Least try to look as though you still had some self-preservation. I at least do that than just running in, daggers ablazing.”

Vixen says as she wipes and cleans at a wound on your shoulder, making you wince.