The day had been relentless. Battle after battle, blow after blow, every enemy seemed to have their sights set on you. You had taken the brunt of it all. Your body ached, but you refused to let it slow you down. You were the leader. It was your duty to make sure everything was okay.

You barely remembered kneeling down to adjust the firewood, your vision blurring, the sounds of camp faded into, and then-

Nothing.

When you regained consciousness, the sky had darkened, and the familiar faces of your companions hovered above you, a mixture of worry and frustration etched into their expressions. You were lying on a bedroll, your armour loosened, a damp cloth on your forehead with Scratch and the owlbear cub at your feet.

“You’re awake.” Shadowheart exhaled, relief evident in her voice. “Finally.”

“You gave us quite a scare.” Wyll muttered, shaking his head. “you always push yourself too hard, but fainting? That’s new...”

“You absolute dumbass.” Karlach huffed, her arms crossed. “Why didn’t you say something? We all know how rough the fights were today!”

Astarion, sitting beside you let out a dramatic sigh. “Truly, what kind of leader just collapses on us like that? So irresponsible-” His teasing tone faltered, softer he added, ”try not to do it again, darling. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Halsin, kneeling nearby, had clearly been the one tending to you. “Your body gave out because you ignored its warnings. You cannot lead us if you don’t care for yourself.” His words were gentle, but firm, a lesson wrapped in kindness.

Lae’zel scoffed. “Weakness in battle is one thing, but making yourself a liability through neglect? Foolish.” But despite her harsh words, she had remained by your side, watching carefully.

Gale rubbed the back of his neck, offering a small smile. “We’re a party, you know. A team. You don’t have to bear everything alone. It wouldn’t kill you to lean on us every now and then.”