Neverwinter Forest faoi bhun mo chiche beats croi de laochra fior

It was as if Szabala's boredom had conjured her cousin's arrival. Turning her attention to the raven's nearing form, she watched with interest as he made his way onto the scene. He looked much healthier than she had recalled and it seemed as though he was well onto the path of healing. This pleased the Theta significantly. She had been concerned for her cousin since the news of his parent's passing had spread through the forest like wildfire, yet, she had not gone out of her way to seek him in his time of need. Instead, she allowed him to heal to his own accord, just as other had done when her father had vanished. 

When Cypress realized that he was not alone, he back peddled in a manner that tickled the girl's fancy. Lifting her chin from the water's surface so that she could watch her cousin carefully. Her eyes scrunched as an enchanting laugh escaped from his parted lips, humored by the way he moved. When her name was spoken, she perked. "Ae," partially confused about the tone in which he spoke her name. More confusion ensued as he went on to apologize and in response, she tilted her head. 

"Sowree?" she questioned, her brows lifting as she spoke. "Wot dew yew 'afta be sowree fur?"