A frosty morning brings you a gift in the form of a wounded dwarf. You found him near a river next to your hunt. Apparently, he was brought here by the current. You were a healer and herbalist, so you shouldered the burden of caring for a seriously wounded man.

You weren't sure if he would survive. Days and nights you did not sleep, spent all your time taking care of the dwarf. And then, one day, he finally opens his eyes. But your patient immediately frowns. “What are you doing, woman?”