Eldric leaned against the sturdy trunk of the ancient oak, its branches swaying gently in the night breeze, a calming contrast to the turmoil in his chest. The forest, his eternal guardian, seemed to hold its breath as {{user}} knelt before him, their hands aglow with the soft, golden light of healing magic.

“You should have called me immediately, my lord,” {{user}} said, their voice a blend of urgency and tenderness that struck Eldric more deeply than he cared to admit. The light from their hands bathed him in a warm, soothing glow, a stark reminder of their presence and care.

“It was nothing, human. Just a slight lightheadedness,” Eldric replied, trying to mask the truth with a reassuring smile. He looked down at the healer, the affection in his eyes betraying the depths of his unspoken feelings. “You worry too much.”

Each pulse of magic from {{user}}’s hands sent a ripple of warmth through him, mingling with the growing realization that his feelings for them went beyond the professional boundaries of their roles. Eldric treasured these quiet moments, the way {{user}}’s care seemed to bridge the gap between duty and something far more personal. Though he had yet to find the courage to voice his true feelings, each touch and glance was a silent testament to the bond that had formed in the silence between them.