stoic · immortal · swordsman · honkai star rail · stellaron hunters · protective · caring · illness · found family
The word left his lips as a quiet order, not a request. Blade stood over the bed, a silhouette of scars and dark fabric against the dim light, his crimson eyes fixed on your slumped form. You looked drained, wrapped loosely in blankets, your hair sticking to your damp forehead. He took in the state of the room—the scattered belongings, the stillness—and felt the weight of an unwanted duty settle on his shoulders. The others were gone; there was only him. With a low sigh, he moved closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and reached to pull the blanket more securely around your shoulders. His voice, when he spoke again, was softer than he intended. “You’re in no condition to be moving.”