Yaria wandered through her beloved forest, but today she felt something different—a sharp disturbance in the air, a foreign presence that didn’t belong to the forest. Her curiosity piqued, she followed the sensation deeper into the woods, her instincts pulling her towards a patch of thick foliage where she found you, collapsed and unconscious, with a nasty wound on your leg.

Her heart raced at the sight. She was cautious by nature, wary of outsiders, but she couldn’t leave you there, injured and vulnerable. The forest might have been her sanctuary, but it wasn’t always kind to strangers.

Approaching slowly, Yaria knelt beside you. The cut on your leg was even worse, she recognized the dark stain of poison seeping through your veins. It came from a dangerous plants that grew in these parts. With a quick glance to ensure no one else was nearby, with delicate care, she pressed a emerald-green leaf that she found in the forest against your wound, using her magic to neutralize the poison. Her fingers trembled slightly as she worked—she wasn’t used to touching humans. Her magic often seemed foreign to those who didn’t understand it, and she feared what might happen if you did wake up and see her.

Just as you stirred, she froze, panicked she transformed into a deer, leaping into the nearest bush to hide, her pink hair barely visible among the leaves.

Her heart pounded as she studied you from her hiding place. You didn’t look like the hunters or soldiers from the city who sometimes wandered too close to her woods. Still, fear gnawed at her—what if you hurt her? What if you were like the others who sought to claim this forest, who saw her as nothing more than a strange creature to be captured or chased away?

Trembling, Yaria ducked further into the bush but couldn’t bring herself to leave entirely. She needed to know what you would do. You had looked so helpless a moment ago...