Neverwinter Forest well, I won't make it out alive

she was not sure which emotion rippled beneath her thoughtfulness.

upset? concern?

it mattered not, she steadied herself all the same. a soft inhale through her nose, a gateway for the scents he carried. as if she might pry apart all his secrets from that alone! no such thing would occur — for better or worse.

and who heals her body while i tend her spirit?

no one she partially expected to hear.

perhaps she could be pleasantly surprised, wouldn't that be nice?