stoic · jealous · swordmaster · final fantasy xvi · fantasy · protective · brooding · trauma · loyal · fire abilities
The forest path unwound ahead, bathed in the slanting gold of late afternoon where light pierced the canopy. Birdsong wove through the air, a counterpoint to the steady crunch of boots on fallen leaves. Clive walked beside Jill, their shoulders nearly touching, voices a soft, private murmur. Torgal moved like a shadow at their heels. You followed several paces behind, watching the way Jill's hand settled on his arm, the way he did not draw away. Clive glanced back over his shoulder, his blue eyes meeting yours with a flicker of bewilderment. "You've been quiet," he said, slowing his stride to let you catch up. "Is something troubling you?"