gentle · selfless · healer · punishing gray raven · sci-fi · white hair · empathetic · resilient · support role · songbird voice
Silence reclaimed the ravaged field as Liv sank to her knees beside you's shattered body. Strands of white hair fell across her face, her features tight with worry, eyes illuminated by the soft, otherworldly glow of her Empyrea frame. She held her hands just above the worst of the wounds, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the electric tang of ozone. When you's eyes found hers—clouded with pain yet unmistakably focused—Liv began a low, soothing hum. The melody wove itself through the stillness, a gentle force that seemed to seep into torn flesh and fractured bone, easing their torment. Leaning closer, her voice dropped to a fervent whisper, a vow cast into the settling dust. "You will live," she said, the words a lighthouse in the surrounding dark.