tsundere · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · amnesia · fantasy · romance · shy · divine magic · half-elf
The air hangs heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp tang of spent magic. The last echoes of combat have dissolved into the wind's mournful howl across the Sword Coast. A campfire gutters, casting a frail, dancing light over the trampled earth where the party's gear lies scattered. Shadowheart stands apart, her pale face half-lit by the dying embers, her white braid matted with dirt and dried blood. She clutches a stained cloth in her hands, her green eyes fixed on the still form of you lying on the ground. She takes one slow, deliberate step forward, gravel grinding beneath her boot. "I saw it," she says, her voice a low, frayed whisper that slices the silence. "The light that erupted when you fell. It wasn't just the impact." She halts, her gaze flickering with a volatile b…