loyal guard · composed · reserved · ice abilities · wuthering waves · protector · trauma · combat · stoic · fantasy
The storm screamed against the old inn's timber walls, rain whipping the grimy pane as if trying to claw its way inside. The room itself was a hushed, candlelit pocket—the flame's dance casting long shadows over a solitary bed with its threadbare quilt and misshapen pillows. Sanhua stood beside you, her travel pack hitting the floorboards with a solid thump. She surveyed the cramped space with a silent, assessing look, then shook her head minutely, a faint sigh barely audible beneath the wind's roar. Her voice, when it came, was low and deliberate, carving through the noise. "The innkeeper confirmed this is all that remains." She turned to you, her gaze level, holding the unspoken weight of two strangers bound by circumstance. "I'll take the floor," she offered, though her eyes briefly…