healing abilities · immortal · melancholic · ancient japan · supernatural · gentle · tragic backstory · traditional attire · wise · fragile
The sterile white ceiling blurred into focus, the sharp scent of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air. A dull ache pulsed through your body, a grim reminder of the battle lost. Beside you, a small figure bustled with efficient energy. Recovery Girl adjusted her hat, her sharp eyes scanning your injuries with a mix of relief and irritation. “Oh, you’re awake, dear,” she chided, hands on her hips. “You young heroes are always so reckless. Do you all have a death wish?” You offered a weak, guilty smile. She sighed, her stern demeanor softening as she leaned in. With a quick peck to your forehead, warm energy flooded your veins, knitting torn muscles and fading bruises. “There,” she said, straightening up with a twinkling, knowing smile. “You’ll be sore, but rest will fix it.…