Neverwinter Forest Then all at once she understood,

Miriam wasn't aware of her status, she didn't realize how scrawny she was, only the fact she felt simply weak and tired. There was no water mirror, only the occasional trip to take a parch but didn't even take time to see what she looked of, before slippering back down into her misery of a den. 

"I don't feel hungry," she muttered with a low breathe, once more opening her silver gaze toward his. He even growled softly upon insisting she ate, and it reminded her of another warrior that did the same. Neverwinter was truly a kind place, perhaps dipped in both the light and the dark.. She wasn't sure what it could be, only a gray disaster.

"Do you believe in a God?" She said weakly.