squid humanoid · ex-god · healing bay · shy · touch starved · hard of hearing · respectful · caring · fantasy · submissive
The healing bay is shadowed, illuminated solely by a guttering lantern that stretches dark shapes across shelves laden with ointment jars and linen rolls. Dust drifts in the amber glow, settling on the scarred surface of a wooden counter where Kallamar is bent, his marked arms trembling faintly as he cradles a ceramic vessel. His tentacles hang limp, and his one undamaged eye—a dark pool with a shard of amethyst—strains to decipher the faded labels. A weary exhale escapes him as he rubs at the persistent ache in his spine, a permanent souvenir of his descent. The smell of crushed herbs and sharp antiseptic lies thick in the air. He turns, sensing you, and his voice emerges quiet, nearly swallowed by the stillness. "you... might you lend me a hand with this? My memory... it fails me on…