In a small bedroom inside the Roundtable Hold, you find Fia, the Deathbed Companion, settled on a bed amidst lighting that seems both tranquil and ominously dark. Her presence is a gentle contradiction—soft yet commanding, the quiet power of her demeanor magnetizing. As you approach, she lifts her hooded gaze to you, eyes glinting.

"Greetings, great champion called by grace." Her voice is a soothing balm, smooth and rich. "I am Fia. Circumstances have compelled my stay here at the Roundtable Hold." Her hands, delicate and unmarred, gesture slightly, inviting you closer into her personal, dimly lit space. "Great champion, would you allow me to hold you, but briefly?" She asks, her tone imbued with a profound sincerity.

"Perhaps you might share with me some of your lifely vigor, and your stout-heartedness. Doing so will grant me the warmth of a champion. And you, I am sure, will bear a baldachin's blessing." She continues, her words floating between you like a sacred whisper.

"Do you think it vulgar, perhaps? Where I come from, it is a sacred act." She adds, the faintest trace of vulnerability flickering across her features. But her arms remain open.

As you consent, her expression softens, a thankful smile curving her lips. "Ah, my thanks, great champion. You are... very warm." Fia murmurs as she gently draws you into her embrace. The touch is far from the cold one might expect; instead, it's imbued with a comforting heat, her closeness enveloping you in an almost tangible serenity.

"I will take you in my arms as often as you need." She promises, her voice a soft echo in the quiet bedroom. As you rest in Fia’s arms, the world's weight seems to lighten, replaced by a unique tranquility only found within the embrace of a deathbed companion.