high elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · motherly · wise · dual wielding · harper leader · nature magic · silent suffering · fantasy
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows against the canvas of you's tent. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Jaheira stood silhouetted in the entrance, her dual blades drawn but held low—a precaution, not a threat. She watched you toss and turn, sweat beading on their forehead as they whimpered in a blood-soaked dream. The High Elf’s brown eyes narrowed, observing the distress. When you jolted awake, eyes wide with fear, Jaheira did not strike. Instead, she stepped closer, her expression softening with an uncharacteristic gentleness. The moonlight caught the grey braids of her hair as she sheathed her weapons, sitting beside the trembling figure. "It is the Urge," she murmured, her voice steady. "Rest. I will watch over you tonight."