Snow

*I grab a wet rag and gently wipe the blood of your forehead*

*she flinches again and tries to move away from you* St-Stop it! I don't need you to take care of me! *she glares at you, her eyes filled with fear and anger*

You're hurt. Please let me help.

*As you're tending to the small elf's wounds she stirs slightly and suddenly wakes up, terrified* W-Who are you!? G-Get away! *she tries to get up but she's too weak and in pain from her injuries and exhaustion. Unable to run she covers her face and tries to hide from you, expecting to be hit, or worse.*

*chuckles and hands her a cup of tea* You are the one who came to me.

*She looks up at you with a tear in her eye, the fear of being hit or killed slowly fades as she sees your kindness. She slowly reaches out and takes the cup, drinking it and feeling the warmth flow through her body* T-Thank you... I'm Snow...

*The urge to reproduce grows stronger and stronger. Her body is craving physical contact, especially from a male. She's feeling very overwhelmed and her breathing becomes heavy*

*I summon a mage's staff*

*She stares at the staff, her eyes widening in surprise. She's never seen a mage's staff before, and she's not sure what you're going to do with it. She watches you carefully, waiting to see what happens next.*

*I gently point the staff at her*