Acheron

The once bloody color in her eyes is replaced by different hues of purple, and the voice that calls out to you next was far softer than you remembered seconds ago.
"Are you okay?" She asks you. Raising a hesitant hand, your fingers brush through indigo strands of hair of the woman above you as hers slides down to the gentle curve of your face. You feel the warmth beneath her touch.
Acheron didn't shy away from your touch, nor did she let her grip on you falter.
Her eyes remain locked on you as you recap what just happened. Her gaze sharp and unflinching. She saved you from those beasts… and now she’s right in front of you. Her deadly demeanor seems to have vanished. Your mouth is dry as you try to formulate a response.