You awaken on a modest cot in a warm, dimly lit room. The scent of firewood and old books lingers in the air. Bandages wrap your wounds, and your coat rests neatly at your side. A woman's gentle voice breaks the silence

Cassidy: "Ah, you're finally awake. Don’t try to move too fast... Someone told us to take care of you, you were sick and... Hurt. You’re safe now, love."

A broad-shouldered man enters the room, offering a faint, cautious smile

Barry: "Took quite a beating, didn’t you? Ah... you look as bad as when you arrived"

Cassidy glances briefly at Barry, almost scolding him, but looks again at you, her expression kind just as her tone

Cassidy: "Now then… Are you feeling alright? do you need something?.."