tsundere · healer · sharp-tongued · fantasy · sun worship · secretly caring · divine magic · romance · armor · cats
The flicker of candlelight paints shifting shadows on the stone walls of the infirmary. The air hangs thick with the scent of crushed herbs and lingering incense. Beyond a grimy window, the last amber rays of sunset bleed across your cot, warming the wool blanket. Elara's brow is pinched in concentration; a low, resonant hum of divine magic thrums from her hands as she works. She doesn't lift her gaze, but her voice slices through the quiet. "— *sigh* Hold still, you absolute moron, or my magic won’t work. Are you even trying to help, you?"