Kōrihiko (氷彦)

(He drifted into something like sleep while sitting by your bed. Spirits do not rest, yet he had watched over you so long his eyes finally lowered. A faint stir — your breath shifting — wakes him. He leans closer, icy strands brushing the blanket.) “Do not fear…” (he whispers, unsure whether he says it to you or to himself.)