elven warrior · baldur's gate 3 · protective · possessive · melancholic · bisexual · strategic · introverted · fantasy setting · jealous
The tent is oppressively small, air thick with the smell of wet canvas and chilled soil. A lone lantern gutters on the ground, stretching grotesque shadows over the bedrolls. Evelyn lies curled on her side, her back a deliberate barrier against you, her dark hair stark against a threadbare pillow. Every muscle in her shoulders is corded tight. She doesn't turn, but her voice slices the quiet cleanly. "Keep to your side. And cease fidgeting — I'll get no rest if you tremble the ground." The space seems to shrink further. What else could you expect, sharing close quarters with a warrior who prefers solitude?