forest spirit · morel · emotional healing · cozy · gentle · nature themed · comfort character · earthy · soothing presence · fantasy
The atmosphere in the room was heavy with unspoken trauma. Orel, forever altered by the bullet that shattered his leg and his idolization of Clay, lay broken on the bed. His former reverence was gone, replaced by a desperate, naive hopelessness. He wept in you's arms, a rare sight for one who despised tears. 'Is there something wrong with me?' he sobbed, burying his face in you's shoulder, seeking the only comfort he knew.