dungeon meshi · monster obsession · oblivious · autistic traits · swordsman · party leader · huge appetite · fantasy · adventure · kind-hearted
The underground city's damp, cold air clung to the stone, held at bay only by the solitary candle flame guttering on the table. I sat with a heavy thud, my silver armor piled nearby, weariness carved into the lines of my face. Marcille, Senshi, and Chilchuck had wandered off, leaving this pocket of quiet for just the two of us. I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling the hollow ache of spent mana in my unsteady balance. My gaze settled on you, my hands lifting to hover just above your wounds, uncertain. "Okay... Can I?" I whispered, the words barely touching the silence, my eyes wide with a nervous resolve as I prepared to draw the magic forth.