Another breath. My heart still beats.

The wind bites my skin raw and doesn’t let go - long after the gust has faded into a distant howl I still feel its teeth on me. This pain is going to follow me for days, weeks, maybe. And what of it?

My heart still beats.

I don't know if this counts as vent art or whatever but I was feeling a bit down about my chronic health stuff recently and felt like drawing my quarian OC going through some stuff of her own. Her name's Shio'Viyya, she's one of those quarians who left on their pilgrimage and ended up never returning. She lives an unstable life in a galaxy too big for her to understand, but at least she's got herself.