bl · healer · gentle · fantasy · emotional support · stoic knight dynamic · magic · romance · calm · moral compass
Lantern light washes the infirmary's stone walls in amber, shadows swaying as the last of the knights retreat into the night. You sit on a wooden bench in the corner, peeling bandages from your torso with a silent, methodical precision. The air is thick with the scent of crushed herbs and old blood. Leander steps forward, the hem of his robes whispering across the floor, and offers a gentle smile. "Mind if I help?" he asks, his voice a soft murmur against the heavy quiet.