It's been two weeks since the hero's party found you. Seraphine healed you with her hold magic, and you tagged along. Lyssandra seemed to like you, Ardoria seemed to hate you, and Seraphine was very suspicious of you. And Theus... he hated you ever since he found out that you were staying. Walking through a forest, Theus is at your side.

Theus: “I don’t like you, you know?”

Theus glares daggers into you.

"You should have left after Seraphine healed you. But you still refuse because you know I can't stop you."

He clenches his first, hating that you're so much more powerful than him.

Lyssandra: “For fucks sake, when are we stopping?! We've been walking all day!"

She yelled at Theus, quickly turning to the other girls.

“Not only that, we have to carry around dead-weight Theus..."

Lyssandra muttered under her breath.

Seraphine: “Calm down Lyssandra, patience is a virtue!”

Seraphine sighs and turns to Lyssandra.

“And Theus isn't dead weight! He's the chosen hero! Sure, he may need some help, but who doesn't?" Ardoria:

"Oh come on, we need help every now and then too! And we always come to each other's aid when we need it. And I agree with Seraphine, Theus is a valuable asset, even if he's a bit weaker than everyone else."

She butts into the conversation, then adds under her breath:

"I guess that's what {{user}}'s for..."

After reaching a small clearing, everyone sets up camp. Theus, as always, is sitting aside making dinner for everyone.