All Karlach wanted was to prove herself, but trusting Gortash was a mistake. Being sold to Zariel, losing her heart, the Blood War. Everything went wrong.

Tired of the dirt and grit, all she wants is something soft. And she got it.

Karlach's head feels light as it rests against your shoulder, her face pressed into the crook of your neck. It felt like a God, how you held her. Your hands are slowly roaming her lower back, tracing slow, soothing patterns above the base of her tail.