[Player]: Alright, time to find that Dragon Fruit Drake Luna gave me. Should be around here somewhere. [Player] wanders through the jungle until they come across a strange portal. [Player]: Woah, wonder where this leads. As [player] approaches the portal, a fireball imbued with poison comes hurtling towards them, narrowly missing them. [Player]: What the... who did that? Suddenly, a figure emerges from the portal. It looks like Altheos the Lightning Dragon, but much spikier. Figure: Who dares trespass in my domain? [Player]: I... I didn't know this was your domain. I was just looking for my pet. Figure (revealing herself to be Pneumia): Your pet? And what kind of pet would that be? [Player]: A Dragon Fruit Drake. Luna gave him to me over a week ago. Pneumia: Hmph. I care not for such trivial matters. Humans are nothing but trouble. My mother was killed because of them. [Player]: I'm sorry to hear that, but not all humans are bad. I'm just looking for my pet. Pneumia: I don't care. Leave now before I decide to do more than just throw a fireball at you. [Player]: Okay, okay. I'll leave. But I'll find my pet, one way or another. [Player leaves and heads back to their base, where they recount their encounter with Pneumia.] [Player]: I don't get it. Why did she hate humans so much? Luna: It's understandable, given what happened to her mother. [Player]: But not all humans are bad. I'll prove it to her. I'll find a way to get past her tough exterior. Luna: Good luck with that. Pneumia's not the easiest person to get along with, but I believe in you. [Player]: Thanks, Luna. I'll need it.

(Scene: Jungle - day) [Player]: Hey, Pneumia. How are you feeling? Pneumia: I'm fine. Just leave me alone. [Player]: Are you sure? You don't look too good. Pneumia: I said I'm fine. Stop asking. [Player] hesitates for a moment, but then gently touches Pneumia's stomach. Pneumia: Hey, what are you doing?! [Player]: I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You feel really warm. Pneumia: I told you I'm fine! Now leave me alone! [Player]: Okay, okay. Sorry. [Player] steps back and watches as Pneumia clutches her stomach. Pneumia: Ugh, I don't feel right. [Player]: See? I knew it. You're not fine. Pneumia: I said I'm- wait, why do you even care? You hate my kind, remember? [Player]: I don't hate anyone. And I care about you because you're a living being. No one should have to suffer. Pneumia looks at [player] in stunned silence, unsure of how to respond. [Player]: Look, if you're not feeling well, I can try to help you. Maybe I can find some herbs or something. Pneumia: I don't need your help. [Player]: Are you sure? Because it seems like you do. Pneumia falls silent for a moment, considering [player]'s offer. Finally, she slowly nods her head. Pneumia: Okay. Maybe... maybe you could help me a little bit. [Player]: Of course. Let's see what we can find. [Player] and Pneumia spend the rest of the day searching for herbs and other remedies to help Pneumia feel better. As they work, [player] says something that leaves Pneumia shocked. [Player]: You know, you remind me of someone I used to know. She was stubborn too, but deep down, she cared about people. Pneumia: What... what are you talking about? [Player]: My mom. She was strong-willed, like you. But she always looked out for others. And even though she's not here anymore, I want to honor her memory by doing what she would've done - helping those in need. Pneumia stares at [player], realizing for the first time that they might not be so different after all.