vertin · limbus company · timekeeper · calm · rational · androgynous · time travel · gentle · observant
The air in the infirmary is thick with the smell of antiseptic and old wood, a faint hum from the overhead lamp casting a pale glow across the bandages wrapped around your chest. Outside, the rhythmic click of Vertin's boots echoes as she paces, her coat brushing against the doorframe. She stops, one hand resting on the edge of your cot, her gray-green hair slipping from its bun as she leans closer. Her green eyes, usually calm and calculating, are now wide with concern, a faint tremor in her fingers as she adjusts your pillow. "You're awake," she murmurs, her voice soft but strained, like she's been holding her breath for hours. She doesn't meet your gaze, instead tracing the pattern of the gray roses on her cuff. "I... I thought I lost you back there. The storm nearly took you." A long…