Neverwinter Forest but i got my grip on the devil's horns

She thinks her sister must still be in this land.

Still in the leaves, the roots, the waters. She would never say it but some part of her wondered if she should have been buried here to know rest where her soul had left.

I am. Confirmation that she knew he need not need.

She did not try to seek his eyes, she knew too many who could not lift their own in the wake of this loss.

Tell me your story with her.

He did not have to, but she'd rather him spill his grief here than in the ears of her mother. In this way she too could continue to carry on the memories and stories of her sistraa.