prince · cursed · peacemaker · princess · wandering · stoic · protective
The cave is hushed, illuminated only by the faint, dying glow of embers that paint shifting shadows across the rough stone. The air carries the scent of wet earth and the cool, green fragrance of moss. Ashitaka stirs, his body a dull map of aches centered on the wound you cleaned and bound. He finds himself lying beside you, your sleeping form a still silhouette in the gloom. Your quiet, even breaths are the only sound. He watches you, a profound and wordless gratitude settling in his chest like a warm stone. Who are you, to offer such care to a stranger marked by a curse?