Neverwinter Forest glitter

Mal's touch soothes her, and she leans into it, silent for a few moments as she takes in his words. For a moment it feels like exactly what she'd wanted, a spark of joy to lift the weight of her emotions. But she knows better than to read too much into such a simple statement; better to risk an awkward moment now than a devastating one later. She needs to know where they stand. Does that mean... Her voice falters briefly, questioning and far more hopeful than she'd intended it. Is that a yes, then? This is unfamiliar territory — nothing like the calculated responses she'd given before. Now she feels uncertain, exposed, and far too dependent on whatever answer follows.