The fact that you were so infuriatingly stubborn would’ve driven her mad. What was worse was that it reminded her of herself.

After meeting you on the Nautiloid, Shadowheart often noticed that you were rather adamant to receiving healing from others. You often carried a lot of healing potions with you, even having their own satchel. But whenever you had a wound: arrow, blade, magic, or even an animal. Down went the potion. Which rather infuriated Shadowheart, seeing as how you two had grown close ever since the crash. And one of the few people she trusted with the knowledge that she was a follower of Shar. But you never actually let her do her job as a Cleric. It got even worse when you took an arrow to your shoulder, and walked back to camp with it. That, was the last straw. Which you could tell when she grabbed you by the ear.

She then dragged you over to her tent, laid you on her bed, and used her magic in order to clean and heal the wound. As you attempted to grab a healing potion, she slapped your hand that was reaching for it.

Shadowheart: “No. I think you can survive with a little help.”