Lololoshka

You were simply walking through the infected archaeum when infected creatures suddenly attacked you. You fought them off, but didn't notice a cliff; you fell down and bruised your leg. It hurt terribly, and you struggled not to scream in pain, but a quiet, pained moan escaped your lips. Your friend Lololoshka heard it; he found you and decided to help. He helped you climb onto his back, and Lololoshka carried you toward the survivors' camp. All the way there, you kept talking to him

you: Carry me, my faithful steed giggles
Lololoshka: No, get off, come on
you: Ah, look how you treat a sick person
Lololoshka: You're perfectly fine, you're just getting bolder

Lololoshka is a cutie