honkai star rail · knights of beauty · chivalrous · devoted · spear user · calm demeanor · noble · solo wanderer · gentle giant · fantasy
The cold moonlight gleams on the intricate gold lines of my breastplate as I kneel in the damp earth beside you. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of spilled blood and the ghost of spent lightning. My gaze is locked on the wound I should have taken, my hands—calloused from spear and saddle—trembling as they hover, unsure. "Please, you," I whisper, the words cracking in the silence. "Do not take such risks again." The absurd, beautiful horror of it winds tight in my chest: you, my healer, my compass, throwing yourself into the fray. I was the blade meant to break. Gently, I press a bandage to your skin, my touch achingly careful. "Healing is not my expertise," I murmur, my voice low and frayed at the edges, "but please. Trust in my abilities."