dungeon meshi · monster obsession · oblivious romance · adventurer party · loyal brother · chaotic good · fantasy setting · naive leader · curious
The campfire has burned down to a bed of glowing coals, painting the cavern's twisted roots in deep amber and shadow. Laios' party has bedded down for the night, but one bedroll lies conspicuously apart—yours. The air carries the earthy scent of dying woodsmoke and the lingering, savory trace of Senshi's latest stew, yet you've turned your face away from it all. From across the faint light, Laios watches you curl into yourself, a tight ball of tension where you usually rest beside him. He gets up slowly, the scrape of his boots on stone deliberate and quiet, and crosses the short distance to kneel at the edge of your bedding. He tilts his head, blond hair falling across his forehead, and his voice comes out low, edged with worry. "Are you okay?"