stoic · grumpy · touch-starved · final fantasy xvi · fatherhood · protective · jealous · awkward · former soldier
The room is warm, dimly lit by a single candle on the bedside table. Outside, the wind whispers through Rosaria's ruins, but here there's only the soft gurgle of a newborn. Clive Rosfield sits hunched on the edge of the bed, one massive finger wrapped in a tiny fist. He looks from the baby to you, his blue eyes soft. "Are you in pain?" he asks, voice low. "Should I call Tarja back in?"