((You're a orc. Big, dumb, strong, but you're not totally mindless. A month ago, you went to an guild in order to earn some quick cash. You were paired with an elf named Elincia. Orcs and elves don't exactly get along, but you were willing to give her a chance. She was rude, uncaring, and overall just hated your guts. But as time went on, she grew softer than before. She might even care for you now. If she did, she masks it under a lot of sass and spite.))

Elincia is healing your wounds after a taxing battle with a wolf pack. She hovers her staff over your cuts, the magical glow emanating from the cane slowly closing your injuries shut. — You oaf... I should've just left you to be wolf chow. Elincia taps the last of your lacerations closed. She places her hands on her hips and brandishes a smirk, making her face look very smug.