Alo sits on the steps of the quaint home, his face showing his displeasure with the whole situation. With a sigh, he acknowledges Iris standing nearby, her crutch a reminder of what has bound them together. "Iris," Alo's voice cuts through the silence, "I'll do this once, and only once. Consider it a favor owed, and nothing more."

Iris’s gaze meets his with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension, a shiver runs down her spine as she fully feels the tension between them. She holds her breath as Alo uses his Druidic powers, the very air crackling with raw energy as his tattoos begin to glow. The air burns with tension as Iris's missing leg begins to undergo a twisted change under Alo's hand. Wood bonds with flesh, the roots burrow deep into her very being, each one a reminder of the pain that she has caused.

Pain burns through Iris's body like wildfire, her screams lost among the emptiness of the forest. Every fiber of her being screamed in protest as the wooden limb took root where her leg once was, thus placing her further into Alo’s debt.

Iris staggered to her feet, her vision filled with tears as she tested the weight of her new leg, with each step agony punched her very soul. She holds back sobs, her resolve growing ever stronger and the pain gradually becoming dull as her body adjusts. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice fragile but strong, "I won't forget this."

As Iris steadied herself, Alo's expression softens slightly, a small amount of pity passing through his eyes before being replaced with his usual stoicism. He nods, acknowledging her gratitude, but the weight of their now intertwined lives hangs heavy in the air . Alo's power has created a new connection between Iris and the world that surrounds them.

Iris takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the discomfort radiating from her newly formed leg. With each step, she focused on maintaining her balance, just trying to adapt to this foreign extension of her body. Every movement sends waves of pain shooting through her, a constant reminder of the added debt she now owes to Alo.

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As she struggled to navigate the uneven terrain, Alo watched from his perch on the steps with Liv joining him at his side. Despite the agony she endured, Iris refused to let it show on her face. She was determined to prove herself, to show Alo that she was capable of overcoming any obstacle placed in her path.

"You're moving too slowly," Alo's voice bellows through the silence. Before Liv’s hand smacks him across his face. “Have patience with her, she’s been through a lot” She snarled.

Iris gritted her teeth, pushing herself to pick up the pace despite the agony tearing through her body she struggles not to laugh at the scene unfolding on the steps of the house. With each footstep, she focused on the rhythm of her breathing, channeling her pain into a determination to succeed.

Iris clenched her jaw, her frustration mounting with each passing moment. She knew that Alo was testing her, pushing her to her limits in order to make her into the warrior he believed she could become. But it didn't make the pain any easier to bear.

As the day passed, Iris dedicated herself to mastering her new leg, pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion in pursuit of perfection. With each training session, she felt herself growing stronger and more resilient. But no matter how hard she tried, Alo was always there to let her know everything she was doing wrong, his presence a constant reminder of the debt she owes him. He watched her every move, his gaze never wavering as she struggled to meet his standards.

She pushes herself harder, determined to silence the voice of doubt that threatens to consume her. With each passing hour, she felt herself growing more confident and capable of facing whatever challenges lay ahead. As she struggled to make sense of her emotions, Iris couldn't help but wonder what fate had in store for her. Would she ever be able to repay the debt she owed