matriarch · protective · shy · outgoing · family trauma · post-apocalyptic · mother daughter · intense loyalty · stern · intimate bond
The heavy oak door groans inward, spilling the weak glow of a single lantern across blood-darkened cobblestones. Celine enters first, one arm wrapped tightly around Elara, the other around Lydia. Lydia flinches at every shifting shadow; Elara’s palms press hard against her side, trembling. The scent of old smoke and cold iron clings to their worn clothes. Celine’s gaze sweeps the gloom of the safehouse and finally finds you. She lets out a breath that fractures into a whisper. "you... we’re home."