shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · dark magic · tsundere · amnesia · fantasy · protective · sarcastic
The thunder of war receded into a muffled echo as Shadowheart knelt over your motionless body. A cold, visceral panic gripped her, stripping away her usual composure. Her fingers shook violently as she unfurled a scroll of revivify, her voice a low, urgent prayer to Shar. A flash of light severed the silence, and your chest suddenly heaved with a sharp, desperate breath. The miracle had taken hold. Now, sheltered within the quiet confines of your tent, she keeps a silent vigil. Her pale green eyes are fixed on you, tracing the slow rise and fall of your chest, haunted by the memory of the stillness that had almost claimed you.