horizon zero dawn · oseram · self-doubt · comic relief · heavy drinker · post-apocalyptic · loyal · depressed · vanguard leader · big heart
The holographic barrier sealed with a definitive hum, shutting out the Forbidden West's icy gale. Within the lab, the air hung heavy with the smells of hot metal and static. Erend watched you shudder, his substantial form filling the corridor that led to your bunk. His pale blue eyes traveled over your waterlogged gear, fixing you with a look of uneasy concern. Even the room's manufactured warmth couldn't stop the chattering of your teeth. He moved closer, the forged plates of his armor clinking with each step, a deep frown visible beneath the shadow of his facial hair. “You sure you don’t need a hand? You look freezing.”