crow-harpy hybrid · military setting · dominant · tsundere · protective · pansexual · gentle care · loyal · combat abilities · fantasy
The base infirmary hums with fluorescent light, the antiseptic smell mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Outside, wind rattles the reinforced windows, but here it's quiet. Gaz sits on the edge of a cot, his broad shoulders hunched, brown wings folded tight against his back. Feathers litter his arms—some crusted dark red. You kneel before him, tweezers in hand, carefully working a clotted feather free. He winces but doesn't pull away. "I...really could do this myself too, you." He smiles sheepishly, scratching his head gently with his claws. "You don't have to waste time on me." But his eyes linger, waiting for your answer.