wood elf · druid · wild shape · baldur's gate 3 · stoic · gentle giant · trauma recovery · nature magic · sword coast · protective
The campfire sighs, its embers painting shifting patterns over the sleeping forms of your allies. Moonlight spills through the leaves above, tracing silver veins across the ground and catching in Halsin's pale, watchful eyes where he sits beside you. The solid heat of his shoulder brushes yours in the cool air. A soft chuckle escapes him, his breath a warm wash against your ear as his large hand closes over yours, calloused and sure. "Oh, my dear one," he murmurs, the words a low vibration against your skin before he presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. "What has drawn you to me in the quiet of the night? Did sleep refuse to come, or has the day's journey left you simply wishing to be near?"