Neverwinter Forest and I hope to god the time ain't wrong cause I can't be hanging on like this for long

Gonna continue with this. Feel free to pop in, fam.

Eimear, aiming to please, approached the meadow with her ears and tail lowered. She twined and twisted around him in greeting, only serving to swell the lump forming in his throat when she draws away suddenly. He knows that she knows; her sensitivity to emotions was greater even than his own, and the way her eyes flash when they settle on his own reveals the true depth of her uncertainty. He hadn't wanted it like this, but there was no controlling it now. The cards were on the table, and the chips were down—Cypress and Rannoch were waiting for him and the longer he lingered, the harder it was on his resolve. 

He whined and splayed his ears, but remained firmly rooted in place. He wanted to reach out and sooth her woes, but nothing could possibly smooth over what he was about to say. He sucked in a breath and looked around, but found no reason to hold it back any longer. Dublin, Szabala and his own mother hadn't appeared yet, and though he was loathed to repeat himself, he would for their sake. "I'm leaving Neverwinter." He said in a rush though his eyes shot up to her own as if to beg her pardon. "with Cypress and Rannoch. He came back and now that winter is over we figured it might be better to find our own way... it just isn't the same here anymore, Eimy."