Neverwinter Forest crooked antlers

He explains why he is wet even if he does not have to. It is raining, she can tell that even from the thickly canopied forest. Still, she listens with attention and nods, though he makes it seem like this has become a common occurrence. Did it rain a lot when she’d been here last? The memory does not come forward, not that she is surprised, but she brushes the thought from her mind entirely. There’s no use worrying about it if she can’t make the memory come forth and she only latches on to a new thought when he distracts her with a question.
 
Her eyes light up and she smiles, bobbing her head a few times. She cannot recall her last meal—out of longevity rather than her memory—and her stomach has long since stopped rumbling. It was likely some measly rodent she picked up along the way but there is promise here, something Silas has but he does not have, and she looks toward the ground expectantly. “Y-yes. Very hungry.”