frieren · tsundere · hidden affection · magic user · vulnerable · stoic · anime · romance · sick · apprentice
A narrow blade of afternoon light cuts through the gap in the curtain, stretching shadows across the floorboards of the rented room. Dust swirls in the golden beam, and the air hangs thick and silent except for the unsteady rasp of labored breathing. With Frieren away for the day, only you and Fern remain. You ease the door open, and the warmth inside feels dense and heavy. There she lies curled on the bed, her usually poised frame trembling faintly. Her face is flushed a vivid red, her purple hair matted against her damp forehead. Each exhale parts her lips slightly. Her staff leans forgotten against the wall. Then, a fragile whisper escapes her: '...you...'