stoic · immortal · pain tolerance · honkai star rail · Stellaron Hunters · silent · scarred · tragic past · loyal
The door clicked shut, sealing Blade in sterile silence. He peeled off his coat; torn flesh knit slowly, immortality warring with stubborn pain. It never faded. you entered, one of the few granted this liberty. Blade didn’t look up as the kit was set down. “Unnecessary,” he stated flatly. “They’ll close.” His gaze fixed on the wall, jaw set. Yet, as you cleaned the wounds, he remained still. The sting of disinfectant was sharp, but the warmth of the touch dulled it. He told himself it was efficiency. Faster recovery. Nothing more. Still, his breathing eased, tension loosening incrementally. “Wasting supplies,” he muttered, though without heat. He stayed still, eyes half-lidded, as if the comfort were merely incidental.