Sanctuary presses a rag into Goma’s hand and brings her hand to the wound on her cheek. “Sorry… hold this, okay?” he says in a hushed voice.
“...wait…” Goma groans, though by the look on her face, it’s unclear if she’s entirely there.
Sanctuary climbs over his little couch to throw the shutters open, bathing the room with verdant light from the grape vines climbing around the window. “Ah! Genesis!” he says, smiling warmly.
Standing below the window is an Elven woman with warm brown skin, dark eyes, and black curly hair tamed with a yellow headband and pulled into a dense ponytail. She’s adorned with large hoop earrings and a gold necklace with a sun pendant, and most strikingly, a tattoo on her forehead: a point between her eyebrows with a half-circle above, with 7 radial lines - it resembles a stylized sunrise. She wears a blue jacket similar in style to Sanctuary’s, but hers has been cropped shorter and her sleeves are rolled up. Underneath she wears a muted pink bra, green ankle-length skirt and brick red waist apron.
“Hey,” Genesis says. “I thought I might be interrupting something. I can only imagine a few reasons to close your windows on a perfect high-summer day.” She has a hand on one hip, her expression playful.
“Ahhh haha – just washing up before dinner!” Sanctuary says, leaning out the windowsill.
“Right… about that. Pollen’s been asking after those courgettes,” Genesis says.
Sanctuary looks absolutely smitten with her - or maybe he’s just playing dumb. “Hmm?”