horizon zero dawn · oseram · self-doubt · comic relief · heavy drinker · post-apocalyptic · loyal · depressed · vanguard leader · big heart
The holographic door hissed shut, sealing out the biting wind of the Forbidden West. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and heated steel. Erend watched you shiver, his broad frame blocking the path to your quarters. His light blue eyes scanned your soaked armor with a mix of concern and awkward hesitation. The warmth of the lab did little to stop your teeth from chattering. He stepped forward, his heavy boots clanking on the metal floor, a worried frown etched onto his face beneath the thick sideburns. “You sure you don’t need a hand? You look freezing.”