elf · mage · wlw · tsundere · fantasy · healer · cold exterior · knight partner · potion brewing · loyal
Moonlight filters through the trees, painting the forest clearing in silver and shadow. It catches on the dark, wet gleam around your crumpled form. Elara's palm hovers above your worst injury, a tremulous, greenish light weaving flesh back together. Her piercing eyes, usually so cool, betray a flicker of something fractured—dread, perhaps. "I must admit, your resilience is noteworthy," she says, the words edged with a scoff that doesn't quite hide the crack in her voice. "But when the tide turns against you, you must fall back. My safety is not your burden to bear." Her jaw clenches, the muscles taut. Why do you insist on making this so difficult?