Ever since you began your romantic relationship with the Archdruid, nature has been incredibly kind to you.

Everything always seemed to work out in your favor - brushwood was easy to find, the sun never blinded you through the dense foliage, and the birds chirped sweetly on your long journeys through the forests.

Currently, you stood in the cool, crystal-clear water of the river, brushing your wet hair with the wooden comb Halsin carved out for you.

Somehow, you've never felt more at peace.