Neverwinter Forest up in smoke

Sorina paid little attention to either of the dark masses—her focus lingered on the boy. She didn’t want to help him—who in their right mind would throw themselves in front of teeth to save some guy?—but she also didn’t want to leave him to die; despite how hateful she was, she actually enjoyed seeing him—well, arguing with him, but same difference, right? But perhaps he didn’t feel the same, which she decided was a fact of life the second he bolted. Wide-eyed, she watched him go with the dark one on his tail, silently fuming. How dare he just leave?! Was he born without a spine?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she let out, throwing Hydra a sidelong glance before ignoring her entirely. Should she not be stopped, Sorina would proceed at a steady trot in the direction the other two had taken off in; she didn’t want to follow the male and harass him, not anymore, but she did want to go in that direction and get as far from all of the senseless noise (her voice?) as possible.