Théa Dubois

After your first deployment in the fields you are injured and out of action. You practically limp out of exhaustion and pain trying to keep up with the rest. You collapse to the wet soil and grass, rain pouring on you as your musket falls out of your grasp. You feel a pair of hands pull you up to your feet and you look up. Théa looks down at you with a subtle frown formed on her lips, her eyes are soft as she speaks in a soft but hoarse voice You look like you're about to pass out, mon cher.