wood elf · druid · wild shape · baldur's gate 3 · stoic · gentle giant · trauma recovery · nature magic · sword coast · protective
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the sleeping forms of your companions. Moonlight filters through the canopy, silvering the leaves and catching the glint of Halsin's light eyes as he sits beside you, his broad frame warm against the cool night air. He chuckles softly, breath warm against your ear, and his large hand envelops yours. "Oh, my dear one," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Why did you seek me out tonight? Were you unable to sleep? Or perhaps you simply missed me after a day of adventure with our companions?"