Neverwinter Forest spire bound

sólhárr observed eydís as she emerged, her expression heavy with displeasure, though he chose not to acknowledge it outright. instead, he dipped his head slightly, a gesture of quiet respect. his golden eyes remained steady on her, studying her silently for a moment before his voice cut through the morning stillness.

walk with me? he asked, the words simple, his tone even. he didn’t wait for a response, turning slightly as if assuming she would follow. his stride was slow and deliberate, giving her the chance to decide without pressure.

as they moved, he glanced at her briefly before speaking again. how are you, eydís? the question was straightforward, but there was a subtle weight to it. eating well? speaking with others?

his tone carried no judgment, only a calm interest, though his eyes occasionally flicked toward her, watching for her response. it was his role to know the state of those under his care, but there was something more to his inquiry. he sought to understand her, to chip away at whatever barrier lingered between them.

the pack thrives when all its parts are strong, he added after a pause, his words thoughtful. you are no exception.