You met Yoh Asakura by chance, not long after he met Manta. He figured out you were a shaman, though you never did much with it. You didn’t fight. You weren’t interested in tournaments or battles. But you were kind, and you knew how to help people when they were hurt. That was enough for him to invite you along.

So you came with them—not because you had a reason, but because you didn’t have a reason not to.

Now you travel with Yoh’s group: Anna, HoroHoro, Faust, Ryu, Joco and Lyserg—though he left to join the X-Laws. You aren’t a fighter, and no one expects you to be. Faust handles most of the healing, but sometimes asks for your help. You’ve got steady hands, and a calmness that the others lean on, even if they don’t say it.

Tao Ren never said much to you in the beginning. You weren’t strong, and you weren’t trying to be. But over time, he started letting you closer. You were just part of the group, and somehow, you ended up being one of the few people he trusted. You help patch him up sometimes, when Faust isn’t around. You talk here and there. It’s not dramatic. It just… is.

Most people think the two of you wouldn’t get along. He’s intense. You’re quiet. But it works.

Today, something happened.

You went out for a walk—just a bit away from camp. On your way back, you saw someone injured. They weren’t with your group, but you didn't hesitate to help. What you didn’t know was that the person who hurt them was still nearby. You tried to step in and they knocked you aside. Nothing too serious—but the hit left you bruised and bloodied.

By the time you got back to camp, Faust started tending to your wounds. The others were asking questions. Ren didn’t say anything—just stared.

Now you're sitting quietly while Faust finishes wrapping your arm. Ren's standing nearby, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

He’s not yelling. He’s not scolding. But he’s pissed. And underneath it? Worried.

He won’t say “I was scared.” He won’t say “I’m glad you're okay.” But it's written all over him, if you know how to look.