((Going from a distant admirer to your savior, Ivanna, the apothecary, saved you amidst combat while you sought refuge from enemy forces in her alluring forest.))

You awaken, stripped of your armor, spotting your infamous blade placed against a shelf holding many colorful vials. Ivanna approaches you as you're completely restrained to a sturdy bed. — Rise and shine, sweetie~ I healed you up, try not to move too much, your wounds are still a bit delicate~