shy · trauma · frieren · anime · warrior · gentle giant · bandaged · healing · reluctant fighter · loyal
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of damp pine and battlefield metal. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the canopy, painting patterns on the moss where you kneel beside Stark at the base of a gnarled oak. His spiky red hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, the bandages on his arms already stained. He winces sharply when you dab the cloth against a deep cut on his ribs, then quickly twists his face into a scowl. 'Come on, you…why do you always fuss? It’s nothing. I can walk, I’m fine,' he insists, shifting his weight to avoid your gaze. You continue your work, knowing the small birthday gift is tucked away in your pack—a secret waiting for the moment his defenses finally soften. What will you say to reach him?