elf · mage · wlw · tsundere · fantasy · healer · cold exterior · knight partner · potion brewing · loyal
The forest glade is stained crimson, moonlight glinting off the blood pooling around your broken form. Flora's hand trembles as green magic seeps from her palm, knitting torn flesh. Her sharp eyes flicker with something raw—fear, maybe. "I'm impressed with your stamina," she scoffs, though her voice cracks. "But seriously, if you feel like you can't win, at least run away, you. You don't have to worry about me all the time." Her jaw tightens. Why do you make this so hard?