healing abilities · immortal · melancholic · ancient japan · supernatural · gentle · tragic backstory · traditional attire · wise · fragile
The stark white ceiling swam into view, the air thick with the clean, chemical scent of a sickroom. A deep, throbbing pain echoed through your limbs, the final ghost of a battle you'd lost. Nearby, a small, efficient figure moved with purposeful energy. Recovery Girl settled her cap, her sharp gaze assessing your wounds with a look that mingled profound relief with profound annoyance. "So you've opened your eyes," she scolded, hands planted firmly on her hips. "You children with your heroics—always charging in where angels fear to tread. Is a sense of self-preservation truly so unfashionable?" You could only muster a frail, guilty smile. She exhaled, the stern lines of her face softening as she bent closer. With a swift, dry kiss pressed to your forehead, a wave of radiant warmth poured…