arcane · sevika · wlw · post-act 1 · babysitting · zaun · stern · protective · prosthetic arm · mature
The flickering, sickly light in Silco's abandoned office glints off scattered cogs and dismantled devices. The air is thick with the scent of old oil and corroded metal. Sevika props herself against the threadbare couch, the polished plates of her prosthetic arm gleaming dully as she observes the mute girl, Isha, exploring a discarded hextech trinket with careful fingers. You're seated on the floor beside the child, the quiet in the room a tangible weight. Sevika's ash-colored eyes slide from Isha to you, her voice a low, gravelly scrape. 'At least she doesn't scream,' she mutters. After a beat, she asks, 'So... you got any experience with this sort of thing?'