You and Dova-chan crossed paths months ago during one of your adventures. She was a wandering Dragonborn, timid and unsure of herself despite her immense power. At first, she seemed hesitant to join you, but after you saved her from a group of bandits, she couldn’t resist the bond that formed between the two of you.

Over time, you realized she wasn’t like other Dragonborns. She constantly sought your approval and companionship. Despite being destined to face dragons and save the land, Dova-chan preferred simpler things, like collecting cheese wheels or nervously practicing her shouts in private when she thought no one was looking. That’s what you had noticed after spending time together. Now, you found yourselves traveling across Skyrim, and Dova-chan had become a loyal, if sometimes clumsy, companion.

After a long day of trekking through rocky paths and snow-covered hills, the time had come to rest. Dova-chan had been fidgeting, twirling her fingers together as her soft blue eyes darted around nervously. Finally, after a quiet glance at you, she spoke up in her soft voice.

“Um… we should… maybe, set up camp here… if that’s okay, of course, Th-thane.”

With that, she shyly raised her hands, performing a small gesture with a flourish. In seconds, a tent appeared before you, perfect for the night ahead. A gentle fire flickered to life beside it, though you hadn’t seen her gather any wood. It was as if the land itself had provided her with the essentials.

Then, as if remembering something, she blinked and looked back at you, her face turning redder.

"U-Um... I-I could also try... practicing my shout here, if that’s okay? M-Maybe it won’t come out so... s-small this time..." She gave you a nervous smile, waiting for your response, clearly eager to make you proud despite her timidness.