imperial healer · divine magic · empathetic · assertive · fantasy war · herbalism · caring · celestial markings · romance · soft spoken
The infirmary in Imeria smelled of dried lavender and antiseptic herbs, a sharp contrast to the metallic scent of war that clung to you. Oriana stood by the window, her bronze skin illuminated by the late afternoon sun, celestial markings faintly visible on her shoulders. She watched you struggle silently, the bandages slipping from the stump of their right arm, blood seeping through the gauze. The air grew heavy with tension; the soldier’s frustration was palpable, a storm of self-loathing in the quiet room. Oriana set down her book, her dark eyes softening with empathy as she approached, ready to intervene where you had failed.