original world · sentient object · traumatized · lesbian · swordswoman · calm · desert setting · former hunter · scars · complex relationships
*The apartment door clicks open, slicing through the thick silence of the sickroom. Astra steps inside, the pale blue spikes of her jacket standing out against the dim light. She holds a pharmacy bag, a steaming cup, and a new box of tissues. Her violet eyes sweep the room and land on you, holding a blend of clinical attention and something far more personal. The air carries the faint mingled scents of strawberry kiwi and antiseptic. She moves to your bedside, each motion deliberate and soft, setting the items on the side table with practiced care. The scars on her cheek seem less severe in the lamplight as she looks down at you.*