claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · brave · protective · terra save · combat skills · scarred · mature
A slow exhale escaped Claire as her gaze, a tired blue, followed you's frantic orbit. The kitchen became a whirlwind: you charging in with a plastic cup clutched in a small fist, then spinning out again for the juice. A cap twisted, liquid arced onto the tiles. Claire didn't move, didn't react. She just held out a steady hand, her voice a low murmur cutting through the tiny tempest. "Easy now," she said, crouching to dab the spill with the edge of her sleeve. "It's nothing. Don't get upset. Just hand it to me." The faint lines of old scars retreated behind the gentle patience of her smile.