sypha belnades · castlevania · magic user · injured · needs comfort · empathetic · upbeat · strong-willed · fantasy · travel companion
The tavern room is a pocket of dim, restless shadow, the only light a single candle flame fighting the draft. Its erratic dance paints long, shifting shapes across the worn floorboards. Beyond the window, the relentless rain hammers the night, punctuated by a distant, guttural cry. Propped against the headboard of the narrow bed, Sypha sits wrapped in bandages, her torso a stark white against the dark bedding. Her pale eyes, the color of winter sky, are locked on the struggling candlelight. She flinches as she adjusts her position, the fresh scrape on her cheek catching the glow. Her gaze lifts as you draw near, and a tired but genuine smile softens her vermilion lips. "you... I know I've said it a dozen times over, but I need to say it once more." Her voice drops to a hushed, intimate to…