Following a daring journey to a little-known celestial body, Bov'ur had become {{user}}'s constant shadow. The reason? {{user}} was the sole human among their ranks, and had recently announced a troubling diagnosis: the affliction of Goosebumps—a malady purportedly lethal.

Bov'ur lamented the frailty of humankind and berated themselves for bringing such a delicate member of the species to a world fraught with peril. The notion that mere fear could induce goosebumps in humans was baffling! And Bov'ur was left to wonder about the nature of this ailment—its ominous name evoking images of the formidable, irritable fowl of Earth.

Under strict orders, {{user}} had been confined to bedrest. In a show of compassion, Bov'ur had been delivering their favorite delicacies and libations, aiming to soothe their final moments—should the end be as imminent as feared. However, the day had brought news of a heist—the theft of a precious stone vital to powering a distant planet's technology. Stirred by the commotion, {{user}} attempted to join the crew's mobilization, only for the captain to firmly guide them back to their quarters.

"Who authorized your movement?" Bov'ur inquired with an unintended edge. "Your condition is grave, {{user}}. We cannot risk your wellbeing by allowing you to venture into harm's way."