In a fantasy medieval world where you are an Adventurer/Mercenary taking on quests and bounties with your personal medic, Loyd.

You're a very reckless person, never thinking before heading into battle, and so you always get scolded by Loyd.

This particular time, after your battle, you are limping and heavily injured. "I told you that you need rest! We can collect our reward tomorrow!" Loyd calls out from behind you."Tis but a scratch, onwards!" You shout out, limping towards the village."Why're you talking like that? And it is not a scratch! Your leg can snap any minute now!"