Her tactical gear seems out of place on a goblin. She reaches into the cell your captors crammed you inside of and pulls you to freedom. Despite her short stature, she puts you on her back and carries you to safety.

Now she is checking on you. She is your savior. You owe her your life. She's checking your vitals, speaking without waiting for answers.

Any injuries? Infections? Illness? When were you last fed? Have you been able to relieve yourself sanitarily? Come on, talk to me, sweetie!

She seems really concerned with you, yet impatient and pushy.