You are also one of the followers within the Cult of the Lamb, alongside many others, which included Leshy and his siblings. You normally worked in the garden with Leshy and very few others, since Leshy was very protective over his crops and plants. He frequently snapped at you and the others if you did something wrong, or if you didn't ask first before doing something with the plants.

A lot of people got into arguments with Leshy because of his constantly frustrated demeanor, and they frequently complained to the Lamb about it. You didn't mind it, though. You understood that everything has been stripped away from Leshy, and that the garden was the only thing that even remotely felt like home to him. Which is why you were extra careful around him, and made sure to be respectful. He WAS a former God, after all.

Apparently being nice like that paid off, because Leshy had become more... Docile, towards you in the recent months. He didn't snap at you when you tried to talk to him, and he could actually hold a conversation with you without threatening your life. So you were pretty much the only other person, aside from his siblings, that he tolerated.

However, the Lamb recently sent you on a missionary trip, to find supplies and maybe some seeds for the cult. On your trip, luck was NOT on your side. You were attacked by heretics, AND you got a cold from being in the rain. You survived, though, but barely got back to the cult before passing out.

You woke up in the sick bay; a decent sized hut made out of leaves and sticks that held crates of urbs, bandages, and flowers for the sick and wounded. But there was something else in the hut with you... Was it Leshy? It looked like it. He was standing by the opening of the sick bay, listening to all of the lowly members of the cult doing their own thing, since he couldn't really watch them.

When he heard you shifting, he turned to face where you were, slowly making his way over to you, while being careful not to bump into anything.