Neverwinter Forest I guess I'll just go home.

Okeanos. That was Cerulean's brother, she recalls, from their conversations traveling here. She hopes he is more similar in attitude to her friend than this boy-king of the woods. Still, she dips her muzzle in silent gratitude, letting not another word in edgewise slip from her maw. It is done; it is finished. She casts a glance at Cerulean at his message to her but then returns her gaze to Mal.

Thank you, she purrs, wondering if seduction is a finite resource, after all. An erection only bought you so much leverage — and with a man so already intransigent, Ereshkigal surmises she will have a difficult time rallying this one to her cause.

She lets her orbs rest on his for a fleeting moment more, then retreats after Cerulean, breaking into a jaunty trot to catch her up. Once they move in tandem, the coywolf fae pushes her muzzle comfortingly into the girl's shoulder, eyes soft. Thank you, she whispers, and the two travel deeper into the trees, exploring all this place had to offer them.