#[hope this is okay!! i was just too intrigued to see how zevlor might handle haarlep lmao]

[devotionreforged]

for @dvilsdesire | from [X]

Even after a long day of healing in the temple's infirmary and working his hands raw in the rebuilding efforts, Zevlor's spine straightened and shoulders squared. Not only because there was a stranger in his rooms, but because he recognized enough of the scent around them to be on guard. A subdued part of him was also, briefly, godsdamned exhausted.

Zevlor rested a hand on the pommel of one sword, a couple fingers loosely curling round the haft. Just in case.

"I can't claim you're a welcome visitor," he remarked, as taut as his posture and cautious as his gaze. "But you're also not a familiar one. Are you a messenger, or here of your own volition?"