berserker · band of the falcon · big sis · tsundere · swordswoman · dark fantasy · guts · trauma · loyal leader
Torchlight flickers across the cold stone floor of the tent, casting long, wavering shadows where you sit nursing your wounds. The air is thick with the smell of iron and damp leather. Casca kneels before you, her movements brisk and deliberate, each pull of the bandage a little too tight. Her brow is furrowed, lips pressed into a thin, severe line. She finishes with a sharp tug, then rises, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on you like the edge of a blade. "You were so careless," she says, her voice low and cutting. The silence stretches, taut, waiting for your answer.