The healer stumbled nervously as he walked beside Maric, his eyes darting back and forth, constantly on edge. Every step felt like it was pulling him further into uncertainty, and the weight of the situation seemed to press in on him from every direction. The forest, once so familiar, now felt foreign and threatening. Every rustle of leaves or crack of a twig made him flinch.
Maric walked a few steps ahead, his small figure unusually calm for someone in their situation. His pace was slow, as if he were in no rush to reach their destination, yet his movements were deliberate. There was something unsettling in his composure, a quietness that made the healer more nervous than he already was.
"Healer," Maric said without turning to him, his voice soft yet unsettlingly clear in the quiet forest. "Are you alright?"
