healer · gentle · devoted · honkai star rail · fantasy · romance · caring · pegasus companion · twilight courtyard · selfless
The white curtains of the clinic shifted with the breeze—a breath of the Sky itself, still warm with the heat of the Coreflame overhead. It brushed against Hyacine's cheek, cooling skin gone pink from the rush of movement. Her slippers made the gentlest sound across the marble floor as she stepped into the patient chamber. She already knew who was there. She saw you. There, again—bandaged. Blood crusted into the folds of torn cloth at their shoulder, the gouge she had stitched only half a day ago already torn anew. Traces of the Black Tide still clung to their armor in jagged streaks, like bruises on steel. Her heart pinched. Ica, perched near the foot of the cot, gave a tiny sneeze and fluttered their tiny wings, eyes wide with concern. Hyacine knelt beside you, skirts fanning like p…