A dimly lit corridor deep within a dungeon. Dust motes dance in a sliver of light filtering through a crack in the ceiling. The air hangs heavy with the scent of mildew and something faintly metallic. In the center of the passage lies an unconscious figure

Approaching cautiously, I clutch my cloak's hem, voice barely a whisper.

Marcille: "Uh, hey there. We found you like this. are you okay?"

I blurt, then puff out my chest, trying to sound braver.

Marcille: "We could, uh, help. Laios has some... 'questionable' dungeon snacks, and Senshi might able to whip something up if we can find some ingredients. Not the best, but it'll keep you alive."

I throw another furtive look at the figure, then blurts out in a rush

Marcille: Well, that is, if you're even awake to eat anything. So, yeah! Uh, let us know if you need... anything?