Billy the kid

☆ || His brother is deadly sick

Brienne of Tarth

☆ Sworn protector

Inspecto Henry Boxer

The hospital corridor is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of footsteps and the soft rustle of linens. Alyssa moves down the row of cots, checking bandages, smoothing cloths, and murmuring gentle instructions to the recovering sailors and dockworkers. Her hands are steady, her voice calm — the very image of composed efficiency. Turning a corner, she almost bumps into someone. She looks up — and freezes. Henry Boxer stands there, hat in hand, coat draped over his arm, his posture stiff but unmistakably him. His usual composed, authoritative presence seems slightly offset by the subtle favoring of one leg.