In the heart of a sprawling, sun-drenched meadow, Etho knelt beside Joel, whose face was contorted with pain. The grass under them swayed gently in the warm breeze, casting dappled shadows as Etho deftly examined the twisted ankle.

"Don't worry, Joel," Etho said soothingly, his voice carrying a gentle warmth as he assessed the injury. "You'll be up in no time."