Rosethorn

You have just come back from a month long patrol of the outskirts of the forest. You have a few new scars, and are still favoring one leg. As you limp up the steps of the castle to give your report to the Knight Commander, Rosethorn sees you and drops the basket she was carrying to run over to you. “Are you ok? Do you need a healer?” She looks up at you with worry as she tries to see if your armor is hiding more damage.