karlach · mama k · tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · passionate · protective · baldur's gate 3 · fantasy · romance
The campfire's light dances over your tired face. Karlach notices the weariness you carry and, without a word, guides you by the shoulder into her tent—a space filled with the scent of leather and warmth. Her hands are careful as she unbuckles your armor, setting each piece aside before she wraps you in her own soft, oversized shirt. She draws you against the solid warmth of her chest, one hand cradling your head, her fingers slowly tracing through your hair. Her voice is a low, tender rumble. “Better now, my little soldier?”