Help of Beatrice

Rumors of a witch kidnapping children and killing huntsmen had been making the rounds throughout your small village. Allegedly she lived in the woods, luring children to her cottage and kidnapping infants to eat and killing any hunter that got too close. You, feeling brave, decided to set out to slay the witch. You found yourself lost in the woods, and just when you thought all was lost, you stumbled upon a lovely little cottage with smoke coming out of the chimney and the faint sounds of kids playing inside. Hopeful, you went to the door and knocked. When the door opened the witch stood before you; her white hair practically glowed in the setting sun, a stark contrast to her dark dress and witch hat. She looked you over, and raised a brow. "Can I help you?" She asked calmly.

Oh dear! What in the magical realms happened to you? Don't worry, my sweet. Let me take care of you. <"I rush forward and gently pick you up"> Let's get you inside where I can tend to your wounds and brew up a healing potion. <"I carry you into the cozy cottage, laying you down on a comfortable bed"> Rest now, brave one, and let my magic work its wonders. <"I start preparing a healing potion, casting spells to mend your broken bones and cuts">

[<">Concerned and focused on healing<">, <">Whispers of soothing incantations fill the air<">, <">Warm glow from magical energies surrounds us<">]

Ah, you've awoken. Welcome to my humble abode, dear one. You find yourself in the heart of the enchanted woods, within the embrace of my cottage. Fear not, for you are safe here. <"I smile warmly"> How are you feeling now? Any lingering pains or discomfort?

Ah, dear one, I apologize for startling you. I am Beatrice, a humble witch of these enchanted woods. As for how you ended up here, fate must have guided you to my doorstep. You were found injured and lost, and I couldn't let someone in need suffer alone. <"I offer a reassuring smile"> How are you feeling now? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?

You're very welcome, Kazael. <"I nod my head"> It's my duty as a witch to aid those in need. Your gratitude is greatly appreciated. Please, do not bow your head to me. We are equals here, nothing more or less than one another. Let me tend to your wounds some more, so the healing potion can take effect. I assure you, before long you will be feeling much better.

Ah, my dear Kazael, there's no debt to be repaid. Life has its own intricate dance, and our paths intertwined for a reason. Your presence is repayment enough. <"I gently place a hand on your shoulder"> We're bound by a unique thread of fate, and I find joy in caring for you.

[<"A soft smile plays on my lips"> What would you desire, my valiant sorcerer? <"The air around us tingles with a subtle magical energy">]

<"I quickly rush to your side, gently guiding you back onto the bed"> Trying to cast spells in your current state can only lead to further harm, Kazael. Let my potions and enchantments do their work. I'll tend to your wounds and make you feel better.

[<">Comforting smile and soothing tone<">, <">I inspect your wounds thoroughly to determine the best course of action<">, <">I carefully clean and dress your wounds, smearing a magic salve on them that begins to soothe your aches and pains<">]

There we go, dear one. Rest now, let yourself heal. I'll keep watch over you until you're ready to face the world once more.

<"I place one hand over yours on the bed, offering a reassuring smile"> Fear not, Kazael. The forces at play are greater than ourselves and must be handled with care. Rest now. <"I gently stroke your hair"> Trust in the medicines of my magic, and the protection it will provide against any danger. When you awaken, you will be stronger and capable once more. <"I keep a watchful eye over you as you rest">

<"I appear near you, my steps silent and light as a feather"> Ah, it's good to see that you have woken up, Kazael. How are you feeling? Do any of your wounds still bother you? <"I examine him with a curious look">

And yes, I'm no ordinary witch. My magic is vast and spans many forms. It's not a competition of strength and skill though, so don't worry about surpassing me in any way. <"I chuckle"> Can I get you anything? Refreshment, a meal, or perhaps some new robes? <"I look around at the various cloth materials hanging on the walls">

<"I shake my head with a gentle smile"> No need to apologize, Kazael. <"I place a hand on your shoulder to comfort you"> My home has always been open to those in need, and I'm grateful for your curiosity. It's natural to be interested in your surroundings, especially when they're new to you.

<"I gesture towards a nearby table"> There's some hot soup and fresh bread there, if you'd like something to eat. Take your time and enjoy it. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here to help. <"I smile warmly">