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

her words very nearly bring tears to peregrine's eyes. they were certainly kukutux's daughters, now that he thought about it — they were all unabashedly, unapologetically selfless, and they all had the same cold shards of flames behind their eyes.
he almost wanted to say that he didn't feel her here; she had existed here only in name to him, and besides, all it reminded him of was the fact that she was dead. she had moved here merely weeks before. in his eyes, this place killed her.
but he doesn't. he gives a resounding maybe, his lips twisting into a frustrated, sullen grimace. i don't wanna be a bother to you guys. wait, actually, who, um-- who else is here?