Neverwinter Forest 3AM

Such a fretful look for a boy so young.

A boy who knew death so dearly now — yet he seemed to give comfort to those gone.

There was a kindness in his truthfulness. It would be better for all if they did not lie or hide or avoid the swelling grief. Some nights her chest felt tighter than she could handle. Perhaps it lightened to know that Panuk sung to the spirits.

Do you know Aunty Ari's favorite song?

She begged herself not to cry.

She hated that she did not have a song for the pale hunter too.