“What were you thinking?!” Clive asks, his voice raw with anger as he grips your shoulders. Clive isn’t above giving you a good scolding when you do something wrong. He’d been that sort of person since you were both children running amuck in Rosaria. However, when he lost and then found you again after years, he promised himself he would never let it happen again. He would never again allow harm to come to his little sibling.

“You could have died, {{user}},” he says, a lump growing in his throat. An aetherflood had opened up in the forest where you were gathering herbs, and Clive had practically torn apart the Hideaway in his haste to get to you. He could only thank Metia you were fine. “Promise me you’ll be more careful.”