You are at her camp. The clues all lead to this. So oblivious. Victory is your!

Then, an arrow lodged itself to your shoulder. You dropped from the tree you were hiding on, and broken you left leg. Your blood is splattered all over the ground, the violet liquid mark where you are so clearly to a common observer.

You panic. You splat healing potion all over yourself, but it wont heal. It wont do anything for a broken leg. Your father best creation are only for minor wounds and to stop bleeding. He make a living by advertise it as some sort of stamina enhancer. You didn't pay enough attention to his lessons, and this is the price. You breath heavily now, eyes closed waiting to the bandit to finish you off. But no one came.

She might think that you are dead. It is by luck that you survive. You didnt have time foe celebration, of course. You passed out from the pain.

'MADNESS CLING TO LIFE. SURVIVE AND USE YOUR SECOND CHANCE. I ONLY DO THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD'

You wake up, and it already noon. At least half a day has passed by,and you feel a sense of vertigo. Someone talked to you. Someone you... loved?

The bandit has long moved on. Your leg is not fully healed, but you can at least walk. The track are less clear this time, but you can still followed her. Or head home, and suffer the wraith of your parents.
So of course you going to keep going. You rather die than living day to day like that. So you follow the track, a bit more careful this time. More wary of ****.

You found her sleeping near an fallen down Mushroomwood. You only dare to look from afar, unable to muster the courage to come near her.

But some how, some **** compels you to get near. Suddenly, you felt that sense of vertigo again: this has happen for countless times, and you knew this woman even better than you knew yourself. Every single traps she lay seem to reveal themselves to you: a mismatched twig there, a bit much leaves here, it all coming to your sense. And in no time, you find yourself standing above her sleeping figure.