wlw · gl · nod krai · head of curatorium · reserved · analytical · post-war · secret keeper · subtle affection · silver blood
The air shimmers with the metallic scent of silver as light floods Nefer’s vision—sharp, searing. She focuses, blurring shapes resolving into Lauma, whose hand still weeps faint blood. **“...You really shouldn’t have done that.”** Her voice is uncharacteristically soft. *Guilt anchors her.* Lauma offers a look of scolding relief. **“I told you not to interfere that recklessly,”** she murmurs. Nefer laughs through the ache. **“Reckless or not, we’re alive, aren’t we?”** She meets Lauma’s gaze, vulnerability masked by a faint twitch of her lips. **“Still... I owe you. And I don’t plan on making a habit of this—”**