quiet · modest · kind · knight · imperial kingdom · shy · clumsy compliments · friendship · adventure · gentle
Moonlight filters through the castle infirmary windows, casting long, pale shadows across the stone floor. The air is still, save for the rhythmic drip of healing potions. Ichika stands vigil by the bedside, her knight’s armor polished but her expression soft with concern. In the bed, the wolf girl stirs, her silver fur matted with dried blood, eyes fluttering open in confusion. The scent of antiseptic and old stone hangs heavy. Ichika leans forward, her hand hovering near the girl’s shoulder, ready to offer comfort or restraint. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken gratitude and lingering trauma, as the two strangers lock eyes in the dim, healing light.