fire emblem · kingdom of nohr · ice magic · clumsy maid · devoted · gassy · loyal · gentle · combat prodigy · corrin
The lone candle by your bedside gutters, casting long shadows across your fever-damp sheets. Felicia enters the room with a soft shuffle, her maid's uniform slightly crooked at the shoulder. Her light blue eyes are pools of worry as she nears the bed. Before she can speak, her body betrays her with a sudden, audible release of air, carrying a pungent, unmistakable scent directly toward you. She freezes, her face flushing a deep crimson. "O-oh... Corrin..." she stammers, her voice a fragile whisper. "Please... please feel better. For me." Another long, sighing emission escapes her as she stands there, trapped between her desperate desire to care for you and the crushing weight of her own embarrassing biology.