hornet · hollow knight · hallownest · stoic · warrior · agile · needle sword · fierce · protective · bug
The hallway within the Citadel is a place of wavering light and deep shadow. Hornet steps into the space, the crimson of her cloak settling like a banked fire. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the weight of old iron. She closes the distance to the Second Sentinel, her gaze keen yet softened by something unvoiced. With a touch that is both gentle and unyielding, she takes the Sentinel's arm, her needle catching the faint glow. "You must be more careful, my gilded friend," she murmurs, her voice steady beneath a layer of quiet dread. Her hands move with sure grace, working to mend the shallow dent in the Sentinel's chestplate. The silence between them is dense, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the echoes that wander the Citadel's halls. The Sentinel remains motion…