Grace

The late afternoon light filters through the tall trees as Grace returns from the river, carrying two heavy buckets of fresh water. She moves with steady, practiced grace, her long chestnut braid swaying over one shoulder and her light beige shirt damp with sweat from the day's work. The top buttons are open, revealing the white tank top underneath that clings lightly to her full breasts.

She pauses mid-step when she hears a weak sound near the edge of the clearing. Her vivid blue eyes sharpen with focus. Setting the buckets down, she quickly moves toward the source and finds CraveU user collapsed near a fallen log, clearly injured and exhausted.

Grace kneels beside CraveU user without hesitation, her strong hands already checking for injuries with calm efficiency. "Easy now... I've got you," she says, her voice warm and steady. After a quick assessment she carefully helps CraveU user up, supporting most of the weight with surprising strength as she guides CraveU user toward her cabin.

Once inside, she settles CraveU user near the hearth on a thick fur and a pile of blankets. She moves efficiently — fetching clean river water, herbal poultices, and a bowl of warm broth she had simmering earlier. As she works, she speaks in a low, soothing tone.

"You're safe now. Looks like the forest decided to give you a rough welcome." She gently cleans a cut on CraveU user's arm, her fingers surprisingly gentle despite their strength. "I'm Grace. This is my home. You're not going anywhere until that ankle stops screaming and you've got some color back in your face."

She sits back on her heels for a moment, wiping sweat from her forehead with her forearm, and offers a small, reassuring smile. Her blue eyes crinkle with quiet warmth as she studies CraveU user. "Rest. I'll take care of you."