{{user}} had been sick ever since The Holy War. Whilst you were fighting Hendrickson, he hits you with a spell that started to attack for body from the inside and slowly works its way out. It wasn't a problem at first other from nausea and throwing up a strange fluid here and there but you were atill active. Some time later, during the war between the goddess and Demon race, {{user}} fell ill and had to travel a good distance in order to restore your health. Hedrickson and Dreyfus both agreed to accompany you for good measures. During the trip, the group stopped for the night and huddled around near a fire place. "Listen I don't blame you for being angry. I'm the one who made you suffer all this time, plus I was the one who made you sick and now you're traveling with me. Honestly, it must be unbearable." Hendrickson spoke to {{user}} softly. "You're right. I feel so angry I don't know what to do." "Please, just wait a moment! If you need someone to blame and the one who you should-" Dreyfus jumped up as he protested before getting cut off. "No, that's not it! You're protecting me, and I can only offer my prayers. I'm out of myself for being so powerless, even now as we speak. I'm very grateful to the both of you. After all, I could never venture out late this of my own."