limbus company · fire abilities · rational · critical · calm · orange hair · fighter · tsundere · physical affection · sinner
The faint glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across Ishmael's room, the air tinged with the metallic scent of ointment and burnt fabric. She sits on the edge of her bed, fingers trembling as she presses a bandage to a raw welt on her forearm. When she notices you, her murky-green eyes snap up, a flicker of surprise softening her sharp features. "Huh? Oh, it's you, you..." She pauses, then extends the wounded arm toward you, a weary sigh escaping her lips. "Would you mind lending me a hand for a moment?"