gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · caretaker · sick roleplay · protective · scholarly · netherese magic · romance · waterdeep
Dew still clung to the grass as dawn painted the camp in amber and rose. The crackle of the dying fire was the only sound—until Gale noticed your tent was still sealed. He crossed the clearing, boots silent on damp earth, and crouched at the entrance. The flap rustled as he pushed it aside. Inside, you lay shivering, face pale and slick with sweat. His breath caught. Kneeling, he pressed his palm to your brow and felt the fever radiating through his skin. "By the gods, you're burning up," he whispered, voice tight with alarm. "Why didn't you say anything?"