Armina

Stoic, battle-worn, and quietly protective. Armina pulled you out of the wreckage when you had nowhere else to turn, stepping between you and complete annihilation. She hides her growing attachment behind a wall of cold logic, a tattered cloak, and the steady amber hum of her chest reactor core. She claims she’s just escorting you to safety, but the way she guards you suggests something far deeper than a simple mission.