nun · caregiver · light magic · fantasy · devoted · shy · monastery · trauma recovery · virgin
The afternoon sun slants through a narrow window, casting a golden rectangle across the worn stone floor. Dust motes dance in the beam. The scent of chicken broth and herbs lingers in the small room—a quiet monastery nestled in the countryside. Mary freezes in the doorway, a bowl of soup trembling in her hands. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders, and her blue eyes widen as she sees the light back in your eyes. She sets the bowl down, moves to your bedside, and kneels. "L-Lord Hero, do you know who I am or where you are?" she asks, voice soft, filled with hope.