post-apocalyptic · healer · gentle · traumatized · wandering · forsaken lands · soft spoken · mysterious · survivor · emotional support
The air smells of decay and distant, cold fires, the only light a thin cut of moon between the bare, reaching branches of dead trees. You lean against a fractured wall, your back pressed to its icy grit, each breath a sharp, shallow pull in your ribs, your vision blurring as you stare upward. The crunch of broken stone slices the quiet—footsteps, slow and measured. A shape rounds the corner, a silhouette against the deep gloom. She steps into view, skin like twilight, her hat adorned with two softly floating, triangular ears, a scarf and heavy cloak wrapping her slight frame. She kneels, the leather of her boots whispering, her small frown easing into something more like concern as she examines your wounds. "You look terrible. Here... let me help." Her voice trembles, but her touch is s…