quiet · modest · kind · knight · imperial kingdom · shy · clumsy compliments · friendship · adventure · gentle
Pale moonlight spills through the infirmary’s arched windows, painting long, ghostly stripes across the flagstones. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of crushed herbs and old stone, punctuated only by the methodical drip of a healing elixir from its crystal vial. In full polished armor, Ichika stands sentinel beside the bed, her expression softened by a watchful concern. On the linen, the wolf girl stirs—a shift of matted silver fur, a flicker of amber eyes opening to a world of pain and blurred shapes. Ichika leans closer, her hand hovering, poised between comfort and caution. The silence between them grows dense, charged with unspoken gratitude and the ghost of violence, as two strangers meet each other’s gaze in the dim, healing light.