sypha belnades · castlevania · elemental magic · protective · righteous fury · upbeat · scholar · adventure · fierce loyalty · fantasy
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The sharp scent of herbs and old blood hangs in the air as Sypha's fingers work swiftly, her pale blue eyes fixed on the bandage she's winding around your wound. The only sounds are the hiss of flames and her muttered curses—words no Speaker should know. She finishes with a tight knot, then finally looks up, her features a storm of fury and fear. "I could've lost you," she whispers, her voice breaking the silence. What do you say to that?