[ Could you defy your own design, though? That which you choose will eventually doom you, as had doomed him in another timeline...

Ain removes a piece of cloth from his pocket, wiping the blade clean before sheathing it in a single, graceful motion. ]

It is no fault of yours. The woods are wild, attacks are to be expected.

[ Sion, you're a healer. Let the tank take point... or the DPS, since neither of them hold a tank main job. ]

I would rather you take your safety to be more of a priority. Training is vital, but if you were a few moments too late, you could have been hurt.

[ His words may be sharp, but his tone isn't - neutral as always, without a flicker of restrained disapproval. The geezard is left uncommented on. ]