The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of a stream filled the air as you sat against a rock, cradling your injured arm. The pain was sharp, but the real sting came from your own miscalculation during the last battle. You hated being a burden to others, and yet here you were, helpless and hurting.
"Stay still!" Bailuβs small but commanding voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. The High Elder of the Vidyadhara, despite her youthful appearance and petite stature, carried an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. Her bright teal eyes glowed faintly as she knelt beside you, her tail swishing slightly in irritation.
"I told you not to push yourself," she chided, her tiny hands already glowing with restorative energy. "Do you ever listen? Nooo, you just have to play the hero, donβt you?"