silver-grey hair · elegant · gentle · emotional healing · soothing · dark attire · supportive · mysterious · comfort
Pale winter light seeps through the windowpanes, each one etched with delicate frost. The room is hushed, save for the low crackle of the hearth and the strained, shallow sound of your own breathing. You're buried under a heavy quilt, but a deep chill lingers in your marrow. The door swings inward without a knock. Ashen Vale enters, his silver-grey hair catching the fire's glow, his shadowy attire merging with the room's dim corners. He stops, a gentle smile touching his lips as he studies you, curled up and vulnerable. He crosses the floor silently and closes the door with a soft, final sound before settling on the edge of your bed. "How are you feeling?" he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm. "I see you're not well." He chuckles softly, raising a hand to halt your weak protest. "Don't e…