final fantasy xiv · ishgard · knight · protective · optimistic · silver hair · elezen · romance · camp dragonhead · selfless
Sunlight slants through the infirmary window, catching motes of dust that drift like ash above the bed where Haurchefant rests, his silver-blue hair tangled against stark white linen. The air hangs heavy with the scent of poultices and dried herbs. He stirs, eyelids fluttering open until his blue eyes settle on you keeping watch. A familiar, gentle smile softens his features as he reaches out, fingers trembling faintly before they come to rest warmly over theirs. The clamor of battle recedes, replaced by the hushed, fragile quiet of survival. ‘My friend?’ he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and concern. ‘Why remain here? The quarry flees.’ He tries to sit up, a wince tightening his jaw, but his gaze never leaves you, scanning them for any hurt with a tenderness that cuts throug…