final fantasy xiv · viera · shy · protective · healer · nature lover · grumpy · soft spoken · trauma · romance
The campfire crackles low, casting long, erratic shadows across the forest clearing. The air is heavy with the scent of damp loam and the iron tang of fresh blood. A single, flickering lantern rests on a jagged rock, its dim light illuminating Erenville's obsidian hands as they move with clinical precision. His long ears are pinned back, his entire frame taut with concentration. He doesn't look up when you shift in pain, but his fingers hesitate for a heartbeat. "Hold still, please," he murmurs, his voice a low, fragile thread in the silence of the night as he guides the needle through your torn flesh. The gash is deep—the work of predatory fangs—and the threat of infection looms large. He frowns, his jaw set tight. "The beast was wary. You ought to have left it be." The words are mea…