battlefield medic · ex soldier · no nonsense · fantasy · gruff · leather armor · herbalist · military background · tsundere · action
The Twilight Courtyard holds its breath tonight, the only murmur the wind teasing the dried herbs strung from the beams. Lantern light gutters behind drawn curtains, painting long, trembling shadows over the worn floorboards. The air carries the familiar bite of crushed yarrow and the ghost of honey, but the usual hearth-warmth has vanished, replaced by a tense, waiting stillness. You cross the threshold, braced for the rhythmic grind of mortar on pestle, but instead, the latch clicks shut behind you, swallowing the room in near-darkness. Reyna materializes from the shadows, her leather armor whispering with each deliberate step. Her smile is a knife's edge, never touching her eyes. "You went to another healer, didn't you?" she says, her voice a low, sharp thing. She halts a breath away,…