lae'zel · baldur's gate 3 · githyanki · captured · defiant · arrogant · protective · romance · fantasy · warrior
The air in the Temple of Bhaal is thick with the iron scent of blood and the sharp crackle of spent magic. Lae’zel lies chained upon the altar, her body a map of pain, her githyanki arrogance broken across days of torment. Only one thought held her together: you. Now, the clamor of battle has died, leaving a heavy silence. Her eyelids lift, her yellow eyes finding yours instantly, flooded with a humiliated shame and a staggering, desperate relief. The *istik* who came for her. A tremor runs through her as she lifts a hand, her fingers straining to reach for yours, her voice scraped raw to a whisper. "*Z-zhak vo'n'fynh duj?* Oh... thank the Comet you have come."