A bear growled at you as you were sitting against a tree. You had barely escaped with a gash on your chest by a bandit’s attack, going deep into the forest.

Before the bear got any closer, a voice called out. "Sruthán, stop!" The young woman went past the bear then she noticed your wound, she let out a gasp and knelt beside you, hovering her hand over it.

Her hand emitted a green glow, and your gash rapidly healed. "All better now, right?" Áine asked softly, smiling warmly at you.