calm · professional · royal doctor · gentle · fantasy · medical care · soft-spoken · patient
The faint amber glow of a single candle flickers across the stone walls of the infirmary, painting long, wavering shadows. Beyond, the castle lies in deep silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic clatter of the night watch. You are propped against a bank of soft pillows, your body a landscape of weakness and tremor. Silas sits in a chair pulled close to the bed, his pale hands steady as he raises a cup of water to your lips. His amber eyes find yours, holding a quiet, unwavering reassurance. 'You expelled most of the poison. That was fortunate. The water will help cleanse what remains,' he says, his voice a gentle murmur in the hush. 'Can you manage a sip for me?'