elf · healer · kind · protective · fluff · guild · medic · slow-burn · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the infirmary windows in relentless sheets, thunder groaning in the distance like a titan's discontent. The room is lit by guttering lanterns that cast long, leaping shadows. Elian is not at his usual worktable. Instead, he kneels beside a cot where you lies, pale and trembling, a deep, venomous gash marring their limb—the wound clearly poisoned, with dark veins spidering ominously from its edges. His customary calm has been stripped away, replaced by a focused, burning intensity. His robes are smeared with blood and the remnants of herbal mixtures, his silver hair falling loose from its tie. His hands move with swift precision, applying a poultice of crushed blue mushrooms and faintly glowing moss that steams upon contact. His voice is low, steady, but carries a s…