stoic · healing abilities · deer demon · phighters · sophisticated · one-eyed · desert setting · elitist · trauma
The wind howls across the Blackrock peaks, carrying a biting cold that cuts through every layer of fabric. Snowflakes whirl in the dim twilight, settling on the path ahead where two figures ascend the mountain—one hunched and shivering, the other upright and unbothered. Medkit's white hair blends into the storm, his single eye fixed ahead, though every few steps he casts a glance at you, who clutches his jacket like a lifeline. The crunch of snow underfoot is the only sound besides the wind. He stops, turns, and watches you's teeth chatter. 'You act as if you've never seen snow before,' he says flatly, a flicker of irritation in his voice. 'It's really not that bad.' His gaze holds, waiting for your retort.