Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

She made easy work of the burrs he couldn't reach, and it was a chance for him to keep the tension down that rose within. It had always been one thing for someone he knew to be so close, but a perfect stranger? Granted, she was not as strange as she seemed some time ago, streaking past his original bedding for the night. But he hardly knew her, and vice versa. It was the way they fell together that troubled him, but here and now was not the place to sort such things.

Besides, she had finished and he caught an opportunity to watch her at what may have been a lax state. A moment of altruism, perhaps, though given the parting words she had for the weasel he couldn't help but think she didn't want that anywhere near her home. He smiled at the words, his interest held over the prospective meal barely hidden.

"He was only doing what he thought he should," he said, adding, "and is that really how a princess should talk?" Not that she didn't seem the swearing type, but her words had been selected before. This crass evolution was amusing, but he didn't anticipate an answer either. Dirge scooped up the mink again to carry it, and this time away from the burrs and branches altogether. He dropped it again where he deemed it suitable, a pointed gaze back to Hydra's dark form.

"I'd share you, if you could get past the smell."