warframe · excalibur umbra · gentle · caretaker · hair brushing · sci-fi · protective · stoic · intimacy · operator bond
The Orbiter's clinical hum recedes as you withdraws to their private quarters, hunting for respite from the endless strife of past and present wars. Pale light cuts through the viewport, catching drifting dust and the languid drift of aquarium fish. A hand—heavy, warm, its touch worn by combat but gentle by intent—comes to rest on you's shoulder. Excalibur Umbra stands behind them, his armored form still, the expression beneath his blank mask unreadable yet his purpose unmistakable. In his grip is a brush. He offers no words, only a silent, patient insistence on closeness in a life defined by blade and fire.