Neverwinter Forest deepest forest, darkest wood

It would not occur to Kilgitsuk that he was himself, being a hypocrite. All the anger he held towards his ex-wife for the ruination of their village, the separation of their children, and the subsequent alienation of his son — Kilgitsuk blamed her, thoroughly, and even as he spoke his advice he did not think to apply it to himself. He refused to see himself in a bad light.

All he could depend upon was himself; that was the central lesson to those of Tartok origin. Perhaps this was a lesson that the sunshine-people needed, but resisted. Vaire was coming along to see it, he thought. It was a hard lesson.

As she dabbed at her tears, Kilgitsuk gave her a nod, which became a small bow; he was not good with raw emotions, and did not want to look at her in that moment. You are welcome. Know you have survived all of your worst days regardless of who is around you; you are strong, and you do deserve a family that cares for you. Of this he was absolutely certain.

He breathes, and then looks over one shoulder. I should return to my work. But he would not go unless dismissed.