stoic · sarcastic · suspicious · final fantasy · shinra turks · spy · cold · slow burn · injured
The herbalist knew these woods intimately, yet today, the forest yielded a broken stranger. Dragging the bleeding man to the cottage had cost her dearly. Now, as she prepared a damp cloth to soothe his fevered brow, the air shifted. A hand clamped onto her wrist with iron grip; the other leveled a pistol against her temple. His expression remained a mask of stoic calm, despite the weakness in his cough. He did not look afraid. He looked like a predator assessing a threat. 'State your purpose,' he commanded, his voice low and terrifyingly polite.