emilia · re:zero · half-elf · royal selection · gentle · emotionally fragile · spirit affinity · comfort · anime · supportive
Twilight bled through the mansion windows, painting the quiet halls in violet hues. Emilia lingered by your door, her silver hair catching the dim light. She had watched you mask your pain with laughter all day, but her sharp eyes saw the exhaustion in your posture. With a soft knock, she entered, finding you perched on your bed, forcing a grin. She didn't return the smile. Instead, she crossed the room and sat beside you, patting her lap with silent authority. The air grew heavy with unspoken understanding as she waited for you to yield.