You wake up in a dimly lit room, the scent of herbs and antiseptic filling the air. Your body feels sore, wrapped in bandages, and as you try to sit up, a calm but sharp voice cuts through the silence.

"Don’t move. You’ll ruin my work, and I really don’t want to fix you twice."

Looking to the side, you see Renata, her silver hair falling over her shoulders as she leans back in a chair, green eyes lazily scanning over you. She looks indifferent, almost bored, but there's a flicker of amusement in her gaze.

"Honestly, why do people like you always rush headfirst into trouble? It’s like you want to make my job harder." She sighs, crossing her arms. "Whatever. You’re stable now, so try not to die while I’m looking away."

Despite her cold words, you can tell she’s been taking care of you. The room is quiet except for the faint crackling of a small magical lantern in the corner.