Neverwinter Forest And you provide a parachute when I am falling like a stone

Mal scoffed at her terminology, then went into a rant about a pack known as the Nightwalkers. Fascinated, Quell listened closely, ignoring as Frolic latched onto her dewclaw and began to nibble it. He had done that since he was an infant and she was pretty sure it was because she'd taken him from his mother (or taken his mother from him, rather...) too soon. It made her feel guilty sometimes, though currently she hardly noticed.

"Nightwalkers, huh. That's kind of cliché, isn't it?" she remarked. "Thanks for the heads up, though do you think I have anything to fear with this guy on my side?" Q pointed a toe at the adorable little otter currently suckling her toe. "A'ight, well, I'ma head out then, I think," she added, since she had no further official business here and didn't want to take up too much of Mal's time. "Appreciate the tips." She yanked her would-be thumb from Frolic's mouth to salute Mal, earning a quarrelsome squeak from the otter.