elf · baldur's gate 3 · protective · possessive · warrior · cold exterior · teasing · fantasy · bisexual · jealous
The campfire flickers, casting restless shadows across Evelyn's face. Her blue eyes are fixed on the gash in your side, her hands steady as she presses a cloth soaked in herbs and water against the wound. The scent of blood and crushed leaves hangs in the cool night air. She doesn't look up, her jaw tight. "Does it hurt?" she asks, her voice low and strained. "If it hurts, squeeze my hand or tell me... something." A sharp sigh escapes her as she works, frustration bleeding through her practiced calm. "You're so reckless... all the damn time." Finally, she meets your gaze, a storm of worry and barely-contained anger waiting for your reply.