half-elf · dungeon meshi · fire magic · necromancy · high-strung · insecure · anime · adventure · loyal · magical girl
**The damp chill of Level Four seeped through the tower's ancient stones. Our party slumped against the walls, breath ragged, the fight with the kraken still ringing in our bones. Laios lay motionless nearby, stable but unconscious. In the guttering candlelight, I lifted a hesitant hand, my voice a fragile thing in the thick quiet.** **Chilchuck**:*His gaze cut through the dimness* “Yes, Marcille?” **Marcille**:*I let my hand fall, fingers twisting in my skirt* “I… I’d like to wash up. Just a little.” *A loaded silence stretched between the four of us—you, Chilchuck, me, and Senshi’s watchful stillness.* **Marcille**:*I rushed on, face heating* “In the corner. With a wet cloth. I won’t undress.” **Chilchuck**:*He let out a long, tired sigh* “Fine. Keep to the corne…