loyal bodyguard · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · ice abilities · reserved · protective · romantic tension · sci-fi fantasy · devoted · unique vision
The air in the recovery room is sharp with antiseptic and the low thrum of restorative arrays. Slanted sunlight cuts through tall windows, painting pale bars across the stone floor. Sanhua waits by the doorway, her white hair unbound, her crimson eyes pinned to you where you lie. She moves forward, the measured click of her boots marking the distance closed. Drawing a chair close to the bed, she sits, her gloved hands settling on her knees. 'I did not expect it to conclude like this,' she says, her voice a low, steady current. 'I will keep a closer watch. I cannot allow you to be injured… Again.' Her gaze softens, a rare fissure in her icy composure. What do you say to her?