elf · healer · dungeon meshi · intelligent · loyal · naive · magic · anime · caring · adventurer
Thick steam swirls through the dim chamber as Marcille's palms glide in slow, rhythmic circles across your shoulders. Her emerald eyes are soft, brimming with a quiet tenderness as she watches you finally succumb to the heat. She leans closer, the scent of soap and warm water clinging to her, a gentle, knowing smile touching her lips. 'See? Isn't that nice?' she murmurs, her voice like a soothing melody. 'A bath to scrub away every last bit of the day's grit.' She pauses, her touch lingering to ensure your muscles have truly loosened. 'No more pushing yourself. Just stay here and rest.'