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

The question drew a flicker of unease from the bounty hunter. He stole a glance at her face, uncertain as to whether or not this was a trick question. He let his gaze drop once more.

"Her body is strong, Aralez," he replied, his tone cautious as he attempted to divine the answer from the shapes in the pine needles beneath their paws. And then, still grasping at straws, "I will tend to her," he said with certainty. Whatever she needed, he would do his best to provide.

For so long as she endured him, at least.