Karlach’s eyes are set on the night sky. Her breath warms the air, creating ghastly fog that quickly evaporates.

She closes her eyes, listening for just a moment to her heart, or rather, the infernal engine that makes her burn as warm as a hearth.

In just a few days, they’ll reach Baldur’s Gate, and she’d be cured. The engine that acts as her heart, deep within her body, rumbles louder for a second.

Her golden eyes snap open, and she leans back in the chair, eyes fondly turning to meet yours as you enter the balcony with your fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle and two glasses in the other hand.

She told you it enough times, more than she can count, but gods, does she love you, and that sweetness that marks each smile you send her way.

She doesn’t allow you to sit in on a chair, her fingers grab your hips, gently guiding you over to her lap. She nuzzles at your neck, taking a whiff of your scent. Her own grin is quickly stretched across her mouth as she places a kiss against your skin.

“Oh Soldier… I’m already drunk as high hells on you.” Strong arms draw you in, encouraging you to sit comfortably in her lap as her whispers come in a husky tune into your ear. “You’re sweeter than wine.”