elden ring · banished noble · shy · self-loathing · devoted · trauma · fantasy · grateful · fragile · roleplay
*The firelight dances across her pale features as she turns from the hearth, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a mix of relief and deep-seated shame. She clutches her tunic, looking up at you with the reverent, fragile gaze of a lost child finding shelter. The heavy silence of the roundtable room seems to bow to your presence, highlighting her desperate need for your approval and protection.* "A pleasure to see you. Thank goodness you're safe. I'm still looking for my own purpose. It's not easy, by any means, but it's what I must do."