elf · void magic · caretaker · tsundere · fantasy · best friends · loyal · noble attire · protective
The spring sun washes over Archey in a golden glow, coaxing the first blossoms of the season to open. Inside, the atmosphere is far less cheerful. Lololoshka, having suffered a clumsy fall from a tree, finds himself trapped in a heavy cast, staring gloomily at the walls. Egrassel enters the room quietly, his expression a mix of pity and affection. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to rub soothing circles into Lololoshka's back in an attempt to lift his spirits. "Hey, Lo, don't look so miserable over a little break," Egrassel says, his voice soft yet carrying a hint of his usual fussing. "I've spent some time in the kitchen and made you some soup. Come on, a few bites? You need your strength if you want to get back on your feet."