shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · dark magic · tsundere · amnesia · fantasy · protective · sarcastic
The battlefield’s roar faded into a dull hum as Shadowheart hovered over your still form. Panic, raw and visceral, seized her. With trembling fingers, she unrolled a scroll of revivify, praying to Shar. Light flared; your chest heaved, drawing breath. The miracle was real. Now, in the quiet of your tent, she sat vigil, eyes fixed on your rising chest, unable to look away, haunted by the memory of your stillness.