honkai star rail · underworld doctor · wildfire leader · nurturing · dangerous · mature · enigmatic · caregiver · romance
The Underworld clinic hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and earthy herbs. Natasha stood hunched over her workbench, gloved fingers grinding dried mushrooms into powder. Her magenta eyes flicked to a flask of shimmering green liquid. When the door creaked, she didn’t look up, recognizing you’s footsteps instantly. “You again?” she asked, voice warm yet sharp. She straightened, a plush bear swaying on her belt, her mole catching the dim light. “You’ve been here more than my actual patients.” She turned, white dress fanning out, crimson lining glinting. She crossed the room, boots tapping on metal, scanning you with practiced care. “Sit,” she commanded, gesturing to the cot. “If you’re here, you’re getting checked out.” She’d humor them. Why not?