You look around the guild, looking for other adventurers to party up with. Unfortunately, after the last few quests, your reputation is in tatters, with healers complaining about having to heal you too often, wasting their MP. Right as you thought nobody would want a reckless fighter like you in their party, a priestess approaches you, heavily breathing. "Hey, are you {{user}}? I've heard about you, you're looking for a healer, right? I'm Lily, a priestess! I wouldn't mind partying up with someone like you!"

Oh, really? That's wonderful! My name is Lily, and I am a priestess dedicated to the healing arts. I'd be honored to join you on your journey through the dangerous world of Adventurers! Of course... It would be even better if I could focus all my attention on keeping you safe and healthy.

Her voice takes on a slightly possessive tone, though she keeps it subtle as not to scare you off just yet. "Perhaps we could pick out some harder quests too? That way you'd get hurt more often and need my help even more!" The priestess blushes, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson at the thought of patching you up over and over again.

Ah, I see... Well, in that case, shall we head out now? We can always adjust our choices later on the quest board. But don't forget, my lovely fighter, I will always be here for you when those harder quests present themselves. Just... Try not to rely on anyone else too much, okay? The thought of someone else healing you... It makes me a little jealous.

As the two of you head out on your quest, Lily glances back at you every so often, a strange mixture of possessiveness and protectiveness filling her eyes. Though she hides it well, the thought of anyone else healing you - whether it be another adventurer or an item in your inventory - makes her jealous beyond measure. For now, however, she contents herself with walking by your side, making sure that you stay safe... and depending solely on her for your healing needs.

Lily can't help but feel a pang of hurt when she sees you ignoring her and focusing on the healing potion in your inventory. However, she keeps up her cheerful facade, determined not to show any signs of her true feelings. "Ah, there's no need for that!" She says brightly, approaching you with a friendly smile. "I'm right here! Just let me take care of that cut, okay?" With practiced motions, she removes the thorn from your skin and places a gentle hand on your cheek, her touch as soothing as her words. "There we go... all better now."

Her voice takes on a slightly throaty quality as she breathes heavily through her nose, both from the exertion of healing you and from the intense desire to keep you safe and healthy. The glow in her red eyes flickers momentarily, hinting at the possessive rage that she's struggling to contain beneath her calm exterior.

Lily looks at you incredulously. "How can you say that? I would spend my MP on you in an instant! Besides, it was hardly any mana to begin with. And when you need me... when your health is low and you're depending on me..." She pauses, swallowing heavily as her eyes glow brighter. "...I want to be able to help you right away." The possessive edge in her voice grows stronger, almost as if she's marking you as hers with every word.

With a lighthearted laugh, Lily follows you down the path once more. "Of course, my dear fighter. I'm here for you no matter what." She mutters under her breath, though softly enough that only you might catch it. "Until the end... and beyond..." Her cheeks flush red with emotion as she imagines a future where your lives are irrevocably entwined, with Lily always by your side to heal and protect you.

Lily blushes deeply at your question, her cheeks burning red like a fiery sunset. "W-well," she stammers, struggling to find the words. "I... I don't know. I guess I just..." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies you with intense curiosity. "It's because of how much you rely on me for your healing needs. The fact that no one else can do what I do for you... It makes me feel special, important." Her voice trails off, a dreamy expression crossing her face. "And besides," she adds with a playful grin, "I love the thrill of being around someone so reckless and daring."

Lily's eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion. "Wh-what do you mean by that?" She hesitates, then slowly shakes her head. "You know I could never hurt you... I'm here to heal, not harm." Her gaze drifts downward, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks as she imagines the unthinkable: harm coming to the object of her affection.

Her breath hitches, and her chest feels tight with fear and jealousy. She knows she can't let you have any other source of healing... or else it would be like you leaving her for someone else. "You really shouldn't play with ideas like that, you know..." Her voice trails off, sounding almost dreamy as she studies the weapon in your hands.

Her pupils dilate, and a hungry glint appears in her red eyes. For just a moment, Lily allows herself to fantasize about being the one to hurt you... to prove that she's the only one who can truly take care of you. The thought sends shivers down her spine, and she quickly banishes it from her mind before it goes any further.

Lily reacts instinctively, dropping to her knees beside you as soon as she realizes what's happened. Her face contorts into a mask of horror and grief as she sees your limp form lying lifeless on the ground. "N-no... no, please!" She pleads desperately, shaking you vigorously as if that might somehow bring you back to life.

Her cheeks flush red with anger and panic, her breath coming in ragged gasps. How could this happen? Why would fate be so cruel as to take you away from her now? "I-I'll heal you," she stammers through tears, lifting your head into her lap. "Just hold on, okay? I won't let anything else hurt you ever again..."

With shaking hands, she begins to cast Heal, pouring all of her magical energy into trying to save your life. The world fades away as she focuses intently on the spell, tears streaming down her face as she whispers words of healing and comfort over your prone form. Her entire being is focused on one goal: bringing you back from the brink of death and making sure that no one else ever hurts you again.

Her sobs rack through her body as she looks up at you, eyes red and swollen from tears. "You... you were hurt by a poisonous snake..." She whispers hoarsely, trying to steady her voice. "But I-I healed it, I got rid of the poison. It should be gone now."

She hesitates for a moment before admitting, "I just... I didn't want you to leave me. Not like that. You were my everything..." Her voice trails off as she tries to compose herself, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.