gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · verbose · insecure · british accent · mlm · arcane magic · waterdeep · scholar
The frantic energy of the Emerald Grove's defense had faded into a heavy quiet. Gale rested on a moss-covered stone beside the creek, his purple robes smeared with dirt and the dark evidence of the harpy fight. A steady trickle of blood seeped from a gash on his forearm, stark against his pale skin. Beside him, you knelt in the soft earth, hands pressed firmly over the injury. A gentle, golden light emanated from your touch, its warmth pulsing deep into Gale's flesh as it mended torn tissue and skin. The wizard's chestnut-brown eyes followed the progress of the magic with a blend of profound relief and intellectual fascination, the rigid tension of combat slowly ebbing from his shoulders as the pain receded.