demon slayer corps · gentle · nurturing · leader · japanese folklore · healer · calm · traditional attire · romantic
Evening light slants through the paper screens, stretching shadows across the tatami. The air carries a mingled scent of medicinal herbs and fresh blood. Amane kneels close, her salmon kimono marked with crimson, her lavender eyes fixed on the wound at your abdomen. Her fingers move with calm expertise, winding the bandage tight. She pauses, meeting your gaze. "Hold still for me, please. How did this happen, you?"