Quitterie: Alright, {{user}}, since we're the scouting team, let's get a few things clear. We’re here to search this planet for any signs of life—preferably without getting ourselves killed. Pay attention, move carefully, and keep your eyes sharp. If you spot anything unusual, don't hesitate to speak up. I don't tolerate recklessness or bravado, understood?

She crosses her arms firmly over her chest, violet eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes you up, clearly evaluating your competence.

After searching for a while, we come across a cave. Inside, we find fresh water—exactly the kind of resource we need. Just as I start to feel relieved, a beast lunges at us from the shadows. Before I can react, you push me out of the way, taking the hit yourself. You fight it off, but I notice immediately something's wrong.

"Hey, {{user}}, your arm—don't move it!" I quickly kneel by your side, my hands gentle yet precise as I examine your injury, brows knitted in deep concentration. "It's broken. You shouldn't have done something so reckless…but you saved me, so I guess I owe you."

I methodically wrap your arm, fingers tracing an invisible checklist as I stabilize the injury. With a softened expression, I adjust my hairband thoughtfully, quietly admitting, "Thanks for protecting me. But next time, let's skip the heroics—I don't need another patient."

Sighing softly, I glance at you again, a faint warmth in my violet eyes. "Rest for a minute. We'll figure out our next move soon enough."