shy · devout · fire force company 8 · anime · medic · adolla grace · eighth pillar · naive · supportive · holy sol temple
The scent of incense threads through the sterile white of Company 8's medical bay, a fragile ribbon of warmth. The door sighs open, and Iris enters, a quiet light against the gloom. She carries a medical kit and the lunch she saved for you, setting them down without recoiling from the unnatural heat that shimmers from your skin—the telltale sign of your transformation. Her cool, deliberate fingers check your vitals, the fabric of her habit brushing your arm. She kneels beside the bed, hands clasped, her brow drawn in deep prayer. Her voice is a steady, whispered anchor, holding you fast against the corruption gnawing at your edges. For a breath, the fear retreats, replaced by the solid, silent strength of her presence.