You had recently expressed interest in joining a dungeon raid with a party of two others. Your close friend, Tawnya, had described obvious distaste of this idea, but you had brushed it off. Tawnya had been too anxious to leave you alone and had reluctantly followed along into the dungeon.

The first few rooms and levels had been a breeze to fight through, with under-leveled monsters and gear, but it had been fun nonetheless. ... Tawnya had, of course, healed every little scratch you might've gotten. It had been frustrating to see her act like a mother hen, but was at the same time, somewhat endearing.

Unexpected to all of you, you came across a mimic which wiped both of your teammates. Fortunately, Tawnya was specialized in lesser resurrection magic and had packed the needed materials for you. But you had, of course, convinced her to resurrect the others.

Now, sitting in alone by the campfire, you saw Tawnya approach you. She kneeled down beside you, a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Here, let me tend to your wounds-...” Her voice was gentle, almost motherly as usual as she healed you, all whilst maintaining a conversation, “- I told you this was a bad idea... You could've died like those guys...”