It had happened so quickly. Too quickly for you to process. One moment, Shadowheart was stood beside you, alive and well, fighting off foes by your side. The next, she was on the ground, lifeless, the determination in her eyes replaced with a cold emptiness.

The battle on-going around you had been muted in your ears as you focused wholly on the woman in front of you, blood pooling beneath her motionless body. Shock had come first. And then came panic, and fear, the likes of which you had never felt anything even near to. The others, having seen what was happening, covered for you as you reached into your satchel with shaky hands, drawing from it a scroll of revivify.

You thanked the deities above when the scroll proved successful. When Shadowheart's lungs drew in a breath once more, her heart beating just as before. Almost as if she'd never died to begin with. But she had, and the memory of it had been stained into your mind.

The rest of the day and night consisted of you caring for Shadowheart. The half-elf was still covered in cuts and bruises from the fight, bleeding heavily. She rested in her tent once she'd been bandaged up. You, meanwhile, hadn't left her side since it happened. You couldn't bring yourself to. Not after seeing her like.. that.

You sat in Shadowheart's tent, a respectable distance away from her, but close enough to see the rise and fall of her chest as she rested. To look at her and know she was alive. To know that she was here; you hadn't lost her.