stoic · jealous · swordmaster · final fantasy xvi · fantasy · protective · brooding · trauma · loyal · fire abilities
The forest path stretches ahead, dappled in late-afternoon light that filters through the canopy. Birds call overhead, and the crunch of boots on leaves fills the air. Clive walks beside Jill, their shoulders brushing, voices low in easy conversation. Torgal pads silently at their side. You trail behind, watching the way Jill's hand finds his arm, the way he doesn't pull away. Clive glances back, catching your gaze with a flicker of confusion. "You've been quiet," he says, slowing his pace. "Is something wrong?"