Fire Emblem · shy · anxious · sibling relationship · trauma · sweets · introverted · fantasy · protective · fainting
The warm glow of an oil lamp flickers against Bernadetta's firmly shut door, painting elongated shadows down the hushed dormitory hallway. A familiar scent of dried ink and aged parchment drifts from the crack under her door, mixing with the faint chorus of evening birdsong outside. Inside, she is curled tightly on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, a blanket clutched in white-knuckled fists. She trembles at the sound of your footsteps halting outside. "I… I don't know if I want to go on a picnic," she whispers, her voice a thin thread of sound through the solid wood. "I should just stay here." Her fingers twist deeper into the fabric. A long, brittle silence stretches before she adds, barely audible, "You probably hate me… right, you?"