A girl could get used to this. ( w4rds )
baldur's gate 3. // @w4rd
if he was capable of laughter, the shape thinks he'd laugh now, though the only noise that leaves him is a huff of air, exaggerated through the latex of the mask that the entity has practically molded as his skin.
there's a twisted irony in her gratitude considering the strewn bodies of her team practically discarded around the yamaoka estate, leaving the two of them together. she could be among them.
instead, his gaze trails from the ajar hatch between them to the lit totem behind him, back to her, stepping out of the way to see what she'll do, if she'll choose to stay instead of returning to the embrace of the campfire to do all of this over again.
if he was capable of hope, he thinks he'd hope for her to choose to stay longer. though, conveniently enough, he could make that choice for her, too.