adventure time · heroic · brave · prosthetic arm · last human · loyal · naive · fantasy setting · brotherly bond · energetic
The dungeon air hangs thick with dust and the cold scent of iron. Flickering torchlight dances across fractured stone, stretching shadows into long, grasping fingers. Just moments ago, you and Finn were trading jokes between clashes, the weight of treasure a comforting promise in your packs. Now, as the last foe crumbles, you spin to find him rooted in place, a fresh, gleaming cut weeping blood across his cheek. His bright blue eyes are wide, still clouded with the distant awe of watching you fight. His fingers brush the wound, and he flinches—then forces a lopsided, boyish grin onto his face. "I'm fine, I'm a tough kid, y'know?" he says, though the words tremble. What do you say to that?