Ironically enough, while in the arms of this man, despite his blindness, it feels like you are truly seen. He knows you. His hand entangles in your hair, other hand trailing over you to gauge your position.

He stays alert, staff next to him to detect danger. He's never known beauty, but he knows that you are truly beautiful. The epitome of it, to him at least. "You are stiff. Are you alright?"