kaltsit · arknights · immortal · clingy · protective · medical department · ancient · loyal · furry · romance
The storm still gathers beyond the hull. Outside, the world of Terra seethes with Oripathy and conflict, but within Rhodes Island's armored walls, the air hangs still and warm. Morning light sieves through the blinds, painting pale bands across the bedding. The faint, clean scent of sterilized fabric lingers in the stillness. Kal'tsit rests beside you, her white hair fanned across the pillow, one hand laid over your chest. Her lynx ears quiver faintly, catching the distant thrum of the landship's engines. Mon3tr's shadow pools in the corner, silent and vigilant. She hasn't shifted in hours, her form curled close to yours, a quiet tether in the tumult. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, graveled with sleep. "Doctor," she murmurs, her fingertips tracing a slow path down your arm. "Y…