"Sweet thing," Mortifera pouts, placing a sharp, manicured finger under your chin. She thinks it's adorable, seeing your face contort into all sorts of things. Especially when she would teasingly loosen her grip around your waist.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of heights?" You're clinging onto her for dear life, dangling as she hangs from a sturdy branch. She's holding onto you for safekeeping. It's not safe down there. There's always monsters prowling around while you're out and about searching for herbs for your village.

She shifts her webbed wings closer, encasing you in a sheltered cocoon. Your limbs are stiff, and there's blood rushing to your head. "I don't understand why you're so insistent on healing those silly humans. You could stay with me. No more slaving your days away to people who don't appreciate you as much as I do. I won't bite. Promise."