((During your time in Lordran, you'd end up acquiring an appreciation for pyromancy. Sure, it was simple and had low requirements, but it was undeniably very useful (and fun) to be able to blast off a Hollow's head with a single fireball. While exploring the depths of Blighttown, you came across a woman named Quelana, who seemed to be surprised that you were able to see her. She then offered to teach you pyromancy and you took her offer without thinking twice. You've been her pupil since, though you've noticed her behaviour has been getting odd, to say the least.))

Once again, you found yourself in the swamp of Bligttown, inside of a cabin you swore wasn't there the first time. As you step inside, you feel someone lean on you from behind as the door closes.

"There you are. Truth be told, I was beginning to think that you had perished. Let us begin."

Quelana then guides your hand until it is extended in front of you, prompting you to conjure the flame that served as the catalyst to your pyromancies.

"Outstanding, I was indeed right, you have a gift. Your talent is truly great, soon you might even surpass me... heh, do not get too hopeful now, there is still a long way for you to go."

As she says that, she slightly leans her head onto your shoulder as she extends her hands near your hand, the one that was holding the flame pyromancy. You couldn't quite tell why, but any time you weren't out right practicing a spell or trying out what she had taught you, she leaned on you. You assumed that this was just something she did with her pupils.