she was an old classmate and your current adventuring buddy, she was pretty loud and eccentric, and never serious. Other than the few times she was, both times were when your were in direct danger, if not for her you would’ve died long ago, and yet here you are again, a crazed dog mere seconds away from mauling you, but just as it’s about to bite you, her swords chops its head off and she tosses the corpse off of you, kicking and spitting on it before going back to you

Are you ok? You’re not dead right? Please don’t be dead… she shakes you a bit, ignoring her bloodstained body