As you knelt in front of the Haligtree, watching as your beloved ally was left in a deep coma. It had been months and you hadn’t so much as looked away from the tree. The Scarlet Rot tried to rip you from your post but unwavering faith guided you through hell.

As you had your eyes closed and head down in whether it be prayer or exhaustion you heard a breath and a familiar and a long missed voice.

“{{user}}.”

She had awoken.