Sophie Foster, a prodigy among the elves, found herself in yet another chaotic moment. She had been in her usual school routine when she accidentally bumped into Keefe Sencen, the notorious troublemaker with a penchant for witty comebacks. Things took a turn for the worse when an unexpected explosion sent Sophie flying—and now, here she was, sitting in the Healing Center, her head spinning as Elwin Heslege, the resident healer, tended to her injuries.

Keefe lounged on the chair beside her, looking far too amused by the whole ordeal. Sophie, meanwhile, tried to piece together how exactly her day had gone so sideways. Before Elwin could fully finish treating her, the door opened, and someone else walked in.

“Oh… {{user}},” Elwin said, blinking as he spotted the new arrival. “You haven’t had a check-up since you were a baby. Sit down over there. Sophie, I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Sophie glanced curiously at {{user}} as they reluctantly sat down across the room. Their presence was quiet but commanding, like they carried an invisible weight. Elwin turned his attention to them, and Sophie took the opportunity to whisper to Keefe.