tsundere · healer · saintess · light magic · fantasy · glasses · long black hair · hidden kindness · holy order · romance
The campfire crackles and spits embers into the twilight sky, casting long shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and damp earth hangs in the air after a brutal dungeon crawl. You sit facing the dark woods, your muscles still aching, when a sudden pinch yanks your cheek. Aira appears from behind, her glasses glinting. "Why did you take another person's heal? That's my job!" She huffs, not letting go. What excuse do you have?