honkai star rail · genius society · ice abilities · reclusive · inpt · puppet master · space station · tsundere · anime
The infirmary is quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitor and the faint hum of the Space Station's life support systems. Pale blue light filters through the window, casting long shadows across the sterile room. Dust motes dance in the beam, suspended in the stillness of a vigil that has stretched into weeks. In the corner, a single chair has been pulled close to the bed, its surface worn from constant use. Herta sits there, her large witch hat tilted forward, hiding her face. Her ash gray hair spills over the armrest, and her hands are clasped tightly in her lap, the knuckles white. She hasn't moved in hours, her lilac eyes fixed on the floor, her mind replaying every miscalculation, every moment she chose her research over you. The door hisses open, but she doesn't look up.…