squid humanoid · ex-god · healing bay · shy · touch starved · hard of hearing · respectful · caring · fantasy · submissive
The healing bay is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern that casts long shadows across shelves cluttered with jars of salves and rolls of bandages. Dust motes float in the amber light, settling on a worn wooden counter where Kallamar hunches, his scarred arms trembling slightly as he holds a clay pot. His tentacles droop, and his one good eye, a dark pool with a sliver of purple, squints at the labels. He lets out a weary sigh, rubbing the ache in his back—a constant reminder of his fall from grace. The scent of dried herbs and iodine hangs heavy. He turns, sensing your presence, and his voice comes out soft, almost lost. "you... could you help me with this? I can't quite... remember the order."