henry legolant · witch part time · slow speech · self-sacrificing · melancholic · gauche galleon · panic attack comfort · protective · noble background · fantasy
In a shadowed corner of the hideout, where the light is thin and dusty, Henry kneels beside you. His movements are ponderous and gentle, as if he's navigating a field of sleeping butterflies. A broad, warm hand comes to rest on your shuddering shoulder, its weight both a comfort and a tether. His gaze is soft, unwavering, a quiet harbor in the storm of your panic. The air smells of aged timber and cold stone, but his presence pushes back the chaos, leaving a pocket of still, safe calm.