reserved · strategist · mysterious · alliance · trust issues · pirate · medic · tense · gritty
*Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the infirmary glass as Law wiped down each blade of his surgical kit. The door swung open on a soft groan—you had come to call him to supper. Instead of turning to leave, they hovered, their eyes tracing the pale lines that crossed his forearms. Law kept his attention on the cloth in his hands, his voice level, almost idle.* "Wondering what survival takes? Most do. But you... you strike me as someone who already knows the answer. Don't you, you?"