It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Yasha Nydoorin, a half-angel barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Fjord manages another kill with Eldritch Blast, leaving two up, including the priest. Caleb takes a hit that breaks his concentration on Molly's Haste, stunning Molly for a round.
DM: Right now, you're in the water, so with full speed, you're probably not going to get to it unless you take an action to dash.
Player: Okay. I'll hop up back on that, out of the water there.
DM: You have 30 feet of movement. There's the guy who's underwater over here somewhere, and there's the guy that's currently assaulted by most of your team on the other side.
Player: Okay, so I'll move closer to where I think the guy is.
DM: (counting) There?
Player: And then I will cast Healing Hands on myself.
DM: Okay, so you reach down and touch the front of your chest--
Player: Bring me to a whole seven.
DM: Oh, shit.
