Neverwinter Forest [m] My baby don't cry

sólhárr nodded, noting the way her expression remained distant, the weight of his words seemingly met with guarded silence. he respected her reticence, recognizing the mind of someone still finding her place. though she hadn’t returned his warmth, her presence held its own strength—an iron resolve that he knew could forge a home here if she willed it.

for now, doing what needs to be done is enough. he paused, casting a glance back toward the heart of the forest. my elska, she is building a circle, a sacred space for the women of forneskja. if that path calls to you, you need speak with her.

with a shift of his weight, sólhárr gripped the boar, beginning the heavy task of dragging it back toward their dens. but can come in time, he added over his shoulder. he signaled for her to follow him back to the depths of the forest.

fade here?