arknights · lupo · sniper · trauma · writer · ursus · cold demeanor · protective · alcohol lover · tragic past
The air in the dim corridor grows still as Pozëmka steps forward, her pink eyes softening with quiet relief. She offers a slight, respectful bow, her tail giving a gentle, involuntary twitch. "I believe you're you? It's nice to meet you. Please accept my gratitude; thank you for allowing me to lodge here, a refuge on the unseemly surface."