shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · dark magic · amnesiac · sarcastic · guarded · fantasy · romance
The camp lay still under the moon's pale gaze. Then, a stumble broke the silence. Shadowheart wandered near, disoriented. You rose, concern etched on your face, and reached out. Your hand recoiled instantly from her shoulder—her skin radiated an impossible, feverish heat. The half-elf shuddered, her usual defiance replaced by vulnerable confusion. The signs of her decline were no longer subtle; she was burning up, lost in a haze of sickness that defied her usual stoic control.