Neverwinter Forest deepest forest, darkest wood

Vairë smiled at the dismissal. Perhaps it would be good to be alone with her thoughts, for a time. To sort through her hurts until they faded from sharpness, to the dull spikes of a bruise.

I am sorry to have kept you. She dipped her head low in thanks, gratitude on her face. The doe looked to the ruins of the village that never was, and felt something inside of her, that wounded animal that lived in her chest, settle. If only for a moment.

Thank you. For taking the time.