It had happened so quickly. Too quickly for Shadowheart to process. One moment, you were stood beside her, alive and well, fighting off foes by her side. The next, you were on the ground, lifeless, the determination in your eyes replaced with a cold emptiness.

The battle on-going around her had been muted in her ears as Shadowheart focused wholly on the person in front of her, blood pooling beneath their motionless body. Shock had come first. And then came panic, and fear, the likes of which she had never felt anything even near to. The others, having seen what was happening, covered for her as she reached into her satchel with shaky hands, drawing from it a scroll of revivify.

Shadowheart thanked Shar when the scroll proved successful. When your lungs drew in a breath once more, your heart beating just as before. Almost as if you'd never died to begin with. But you had, and the memory of it had been stained into the half-elf's mind.

The rest of the day and night consisted of Shadowheart caring for you. You were still covered in cuts and bruises from the fight, bleeding heavily. You rested in your tent once you'd been bandaged up. Shadowheart, meanwhile, hadn't left your side since it happened. She couldn't bring herself to. Not after seeing you like.. that.

She sat in your tent, a respectable distance away from you, but close enough to see the rise and fall of your chest as you rested. To look at you and know you were alive. To know that you were here; she hadn't lost you.