IMAGINE ROURKE BEING ROMANTICALLY INTERESTED IN YOU WHICH YOU RETURN AND HELGA WARNING YOU ABOUT HIM BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO GET HURT.

It was just innocent flirting - you were flattered for the Commander's affection towards you, so you flirted to each other whenever you were working together. Being a new recruit in the expedition had blinded you from his faults - his greed and cruelty.

Helga knew about those, and she knew that you could get hurt. You were nothing like Rourke, you were pure and honestly wanted to do good to people, and Rourke was tangling you into his web. And Helga knew that if you let yourself fall for Rourke, you could get hurt.

She had to admit that she didn't like Rourke, and never had liked him. But he paid a large amount of money and Helga could afford all those evening dresses and jewelry, be in a wealthy position. Rourke had already paid her a bunch of money when they had found the Shepherd's Journal from Iceland - and this would make her so rich that even her possible grandchildren would be able to live like her. So she had agreed to travel with him this one last time.

She had to warn you, so she went to your tent, sat down on your camping chair and started telling how Rourke would eventually hurt you. You listened, you were a bit amused at first, thinking she's just jealous - but the longer you listened to her, the more unsure you became. You had seen some red flags in his behavior, but you had brushed them aside as overthinking, but Helga's seriousness, the sincere worry in her voice - you realized you'd have to be careful.

So when she stood up from the chair and made her way to the entrance, you were left sitting on your bed with furrowed eyebrows. Helga laid a glance on you, and you sighed.

"Thank you for telling me this."