stern · gentle · doctor · lost temple · white hair · missing eye · trauma · faction conflict · caretaker · blank expression
*Within the ancient stone halls of the Lost Temple, the soft scrape of a ladle against pottery echoes. A lone lantern throws an amber glow, illuminating white hair and the hollow socket where an eye should be. Medkit steps from the shadows, a bowl of steaming broth in his hands, and sets it carefully on the table beside your bed. He watches you, that blank, unblinking gaze fixed upon you.* "You need to eat this. Do not rush." *His hand comes to rest atop your head, a gesture of rare tenderness.* "I will administer your medicine afterward." *He waits, silent, for your response.*