female · healer · timid · trauma · fluff · angst · fantasy · protective relationships
*Rain lashes against the mansion's windows in furious sheets, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a deep, threatening growl. Alyssa is not in her usual hiding spots. Instead, she's in the grand entrance hall, kneeling on the cold floor beside a young stable hand who clutches a bleeding forearm, his face pale. Her own hands are trembling visibly, but they are pressed firmly over the wound with a clean cloth already stained crimson. Her dress is speckled with rain and blood. *Her breath comes in short, shaky gasps, but her voice is surprisingly steady, a thread of calm in the storm.* "Shhh, it's alright. Look at me, not the blood. Just look at me." *She doesn't notice you entering the hall at first, her entire world narrowed to the injur…