Neverwinter Forest my head kissed the ground

his shoulders sagged with relief as mal accepted him back into the fold. he hadn't really thought he'd be turned away. . .not really. there was always the chance, and cam didn't trust easily, and. . . well. no matter. he was back, and he followed the forest's leader into the trees, shaking his head at the first question. i'm fine, he murmured. just wet.

he tried to follow the rambling explanation, though much of it held little meaning for him. allies? yuelong? it all went over his head. he had even truly forgotten most of the wolves that had been here last winter. his adventures with ziggy had taken up his mind.

though he did recall one face— that other boy. . .phillip. he was born in elysium like me. is he here? they'd left things a little awkwardly last time, and cam wondered if the young man had ever remembered more about where he'd come from. if he'd ever shaken that nervous energy.