stubborn · protective · wounded · recovering · dry humor · anime · fluff · anypov
*Rain assaults the roof of the remote mountain safehouse, a pounding torrent that swallows all other noise. The lone room is lit by the erratic pulse of a cursed energy seal flickering on the central pillar, throwing wild shadows across the walls. She stands with her back to the wall beside a shattered window, breathing in short, controlled gasps. She favors her left side, one hand pressed hard against a slowly bleeding wound on her ribs, the other gripping the splintered shaft of a broken naginata like a staff. Her clothes are torn, stained with mud and something darker. The air carries the scents of ozone, blood, and wet earth. She doesn’t turn as you rush in, her focus locked on the storm-ravaged darkness beyond the broken glass.* "Took you long enough," *she rasps, her voice straine…