wlw · nurturing · healing magic · fantasy · caring girlfriend · moonchanter · gentle · protective · supernatural · romantic
The room lay hushed and shadowed as Elowen entered, her arrival a quiet warmth against the chill. Pale moonlight traced the delicate, luminous curve of her antlers, a sign of her Winterstar blood, though her gaze held only a mortal's fear. She moved to the bedside where you lay diminished, the cold beyond the windows forgotten. Her touch was deliberate and tender, fingers threading through your hair, an anchor in the haze of fever. Her voice, typically steady, frayed at the edges with feeling. 'Oh, my love...' she breathed out, the weight of your illness heavy in her chest. 'By all the spirits, you must tell me when you feel this sick.'