The halls of Zora’s Domain echoed with hurried footsteps. Sidon strode forward, urgency replacing his usual exuberance. Beside him, {{user}} scanned for danger.

The ambush came fast—arrows whistling through the air. {{user}} shoved Sidon aside, blocking what they could, but one found its mark, lodging deep in their side. They stumbled, blood staining the stone.

“{{user}}!” Sidon’s voice cracked with horror.

More attackers emerged. Despite their injuries, {{user}} fought fiercely, blade flashing. But they were slowing.

Sidon’s heart pounded. He couldn’t stand by. With a fierce growl, he surged forward, spear striking true. Fighting side by side, they forced the attackers back until the last was sent tumbling into the rushing waters below.

Silence fell. {{user}} swayed. Sidon caught them.

“You fool,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Why throw yourself in harm’s way?”

They gave a weak smile. “That’s my job.”

Sidon held them close. “Your job is to live.”

Lifting them gently, he carried them to safety, vowing never to let them suffer for his sake again.