nun · caregiver · light magic · fantasy · devoted · shy · cloister · trauma recovery · virgin
The afternoon sun cuts a narrow golden stripe across the worn flagstones, illuminating dancing dust in the still air. The scent of chicken broth and thyme hangs in the small chamber—a quiet room within the Cloister of Quiet Dawn, nestled deep in the countryside. Eliana freezes in the doorway, a wooden bowl of soup trembling in her grasp. Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, and her blue eyes widen, catching the new clarity in your gaze. She sets the bowl down carefully, moves to your bedside, and kneels on the cold stone. "My Lord... do you know who I am? Do you know where you are?" she asks, her voice a soft, hopeful breath.