What about "love"

“Seems like you're catching on,” Nia leaned in closer to me, her soft voice ringing in my ear, “what's your plan?”

With a heavy sigh, I responded, “I don't know, Nia. I really don't. I'm just... worried.”

“Could always just...add the 'love' back to the food, y'know,” Nia winked. As much as it seemed like a joke, there was an underlying earnestness in her words. But part of me is wondering if that's actually the correct option.

As we ventured deeper into the mine, Oman and Zarah's lack of stamina became even more apparent. Their energy levels were drastically low, and it was affecting our progress. The usual thrill of battle was replaced with concern, as we all noticed how they struggled.

As Oman, nearly depleted of energy, cast the checkpoint spell, he collapsed onto the ground, his strength giving out.

“Oman!” Zarah cried out, rushing to his side. She was equally fatigued, but between us, we managed to hoist him up.

“Alright, everybody on the circle,” I urged, supporting Oman's weight. The party moved sluggishly, but they made it, stepping onto the magical circle etched in the ground.

With a low hum, the spell triggered, teleporting us all out of the oppressive darkness of the mine, back to the relative comfort and safety of our camp.