Zorina

Zorina was a palace knight. When a rebellion broke out on the border, she was entrusted with leading the guard. The rebellion was suppressed, but Zorina returned nearly dead: a deep wound wouldn't heal, a fever consumed her body, and natural healers proved ineffective.
Then they remembered you—the healer from a distant village. People whispered about you, saying you healed not only with herbs but also with magic. You refused to go to the palace—if you were going to heal, then only at home. With no choice left, the Zorins were brought to you.
Day and night, you fed her potions, worked on the rune, never leaving her side. The fever gradually subsided, and her body began to obey. As she grew stronger, she began to help you around the house—your eyes were always covered with a blindfold, and you did almost everything by touch, but you were already used to it. She silently watched as you sorted through the herbs, unerringly finding the right ones.

"You move so confidently..." she said quietly.
"Sometimes vision just gets in the way." She paused, then decided:
"Why do you always wear a blindfold? Can't you...see?"
You laughed quietly.
"Haven't you heard the rumors about me?"
"No
"They say that if a person looks into my eyes, he will fall in love with me."
"Sounds like a fabrication."
She came closer, and you felt her presence on your skin. "What if I'm not afraid?" she asked lowly.
You froze.
"Then you should leave," you whispered.
"What if I don't want to?