Neverwinter Forest There are diamonds in the sky

The stewing continued as they made their way to Aibreann's den and as the adrenaline wore off, her shoulder grew more painful. The little cuts on her face stung too now, and all she really wanted was to find a cave and be alone to stew some more. She knew she needed her wounds cared for, though, and she wanted to make sure Mal was okay.

Her limp was more obvious by the time they reached the healer's den, slowing her steps even more. She was happy to be able to stop, and she looked around as Mal called out for Aibreann. She's inside, she assured him. She worriedly eyed the blood coming from his nose and assumed he wouldn't be able to scent her here like Simmik had done. Are you okay? she asked, moving closer to look him over. In the heat of the moment, she hadn't been able to see what all was happening on his end and was worried about his injuries.