Neverwinter Forest lxxiv. we'll go swim our cares away

A noise came from inside the den. Wilwarin had been waiting patiently to be noticed, and was both glad and nervous when it happened. Mother dove invited her to enter, so the ghost ducked slowly inside — it still smelled of many conflicting things here and Wil was nervous.

Her ears turned towards the drumbeat of mother's tail, but it was to the bundle of fur at Lote's side that Wilwarin stared, transfixed by her curiosity. She crept closer and stayed low, eventually going as low as her belly, with a reach of her neck to sniff at the child's fine fur.

So, so small..! She went on to mouth, and her words became a smile.