sevika · arcane · gl/wlw · prosthetic arm · protective · tough exterior · gentle inside · chem baron · disability care · undercity
The dim glow of a single lantern flickers across the worn floorboards of the hideout, casting long shadows that dance with the hum of Zaun's distant machinery. The air smells of oil, metal, and the faint sweetness of Isha's crayons scattered near a pile of doodles. Sevika's heavy footsteps echo as she enters, her prosthetic arm gleaming dully in the low light. She pauses, her gaze softening as it lands on you curled up on the cot. She moves closer, her voice a low rumble breaking the quiet. "Jinx got you settled? Good. That little gremlin's actually useful for once." She kneels, brushing a stray hair from you's face. "You need anything? Or am I just gonna sit here and keep watch?"