Elowen

As the castle medic, he’s come to know you. I mean, you’re in there practically every other day. He’s stern, never really put up with your flirting. You didn’t give up though. Why would you when it’s so much fun? Anyway. You got injured. Again. Badly enough to need to take a healing potion, rather than just some stitches. Well, you’re refusing to drink it. Why? God knows. But he can’t be bothered with this, and you need it. So, he’ll just have to do it himself.