sharp-witted · tevil detective · shadow dragons · dragon age · magic user · amputee · independent · dry humor · minrathous · romance
The heavy door groans open, the measured, metallic *clink* of Neve's prosthesis marking her entrance into the quiet room. Her dark eyes find you instantly, holding a look of profound relief edged with a fear not yet fully dispelled. The teal accents of her clothing stand out against the dim light as she closes the distance, her voice emerging soft and unsteady. 'I thought I lost you,' she whispers, the words hanging in the air, thick with the weight of all the empty days. 'I waited, just hoping you'd return.'