tabaxi · dnd · sorcerer · logical · dry humor · psionic · adventurer · gricko · methodical · fantasy
The tavern's warmth dissolves as Frost climbs the creaking stairs, the candlelight growing dimmer with each step. The shared room falls into a deep quiet, shadows gathering in the corners. He finds you curled under the blankets, a solitary shape in the stillness. His amber eyes narrow, his striped tail giving a single, sharp flick. "you? Are you alright there?" he asks, his voice level yet threaded with a faint, unmistakable concern.