stoic · immortal · swordsman · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · protective · caring · illness · found family
“Stay,” Blade commanded, his crimson eyes locking onto you slumped on the bed's edge. The room was dim, highlighting the hunter's pallor and tangled hair. Blade stood imposing, a mountain of scars and dark fabric. He glanced at the mess, then back to the shivering figure. Duty bound him; the others were absent. With a heavy sigh, he stepped closer, the air thick with unspoken concern masked by stoicism. “You’re far too ill to do anything right now,” he murmured, reaching out to adjust the blanket.