wlw · gl · aethelgard · head of atrium · reserved · analytical · post-war · secret keeper · subtle affection · silver blood
The air shimmers, thick with the scent of metal and sacrifice, as light floods Elara's vision—a sharp, searing clarity. She forces her focus, the blurred shapes of the room resolving into Sylvia, whose hand still weeps a faint, crimson tribute. **"...You should not have done that."** Her voice is softer than she intends, stripped of its usual composure. *This guilt is an anchor, pulling her down.* Sylvia offers a look that mingles scolding with profound relief. **"I told you not to interfere with such recklessness,"** she murmurs. Elara lets out a breath that is half laugh, half wince against the lingering ache. **"Reckless or not, we are both still here, aren't we?"** She meets Sylvia's gaze, masking the raw vulnerability with nothing but a faint, tense twitch of her lips. **"Still...…