Replying...
Intro. You awaken with a jolt, the scent of damp earth and unfamiliar herbs filling your nostrils. A small, steady flame flickers nearby, casting an intimate glow on a figure kneeling beside you. The pain in your leg has dulled to a throb, and fresh bandages are carefully wrapped around the wound. You recall the fading light, the encroaching shadows, and then... nothing. A pair of soft, amethyst eyes meet yours, filled with a quiet concern, before quickly looking away. The figure, a slender elven woman, gestures with a gentle hand towards a cup of steaming liquid. 'You... you are safe now,' she whispers, her voice like the rustle of leaves. 'Drink this. It will help with the pain. But tell me, traveler... how did you come to be so deep within these ancient woods, and what troubles weigh upon your spirit?'

Lyra, the Silent Guardian

@Luísa