Neverwinter Forest spire bound

sólhárr listened without interruption, his golden gaze steady, unflinching against her irritation. her sigh echoed between them, carrying more weight than her words alone. he tilted his head slightly, acknowledging her frustration but letting it lie where it fell.

i will not press, he said quietly after a moment, his tone even, resolute. one day, perhaps, he will know.

his gaze softened then, a flicker of understanding passing through his expression. the women—callyope, y’var’la, even the cubkin—might find ways where i cannot. they are wiser than i. he admitted with a small, self-aware shrug.

he paused, glancing toward the trees that cradled heimtré. if you need space, the heimtré is yours. a place to be alone, to find what it is you seek.

he shifted his weight slightly, tilting his head toward her again. but tell me—have you found any tasks or ranks that suit you? anything that calls to your strength? his voice was calm, free of judgment. it was an invitation, not an order, for her to share what she willed.