Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

sólhárr frowned, his brow furrowing as he absorbed her words. the notion of no bride price settled uneasily in his chest, a weight that felt too heavy to ignore. it struck against the teachings that had shaped him, the traditions that formed the backbone of his beliefs. it felt... unlawful. incomplete. a stage set for misfortune.

he shifted closer, his movements deliberate and steady, and brought his nose to the back of her head. there, he pressed a kiss, soft and lingering, as if to assure her that no matter her words, she was not alone in them.

the bride price will be paid, he rumbled, his voice low but firm with conviction. i would want the same for my daughters, callyope. it is respect for your family, for you. he paused, the gravity of his words hanging in the quiet air between them.

after a moment, he tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes searching hers as he asked, what happened to your sister? there was a gentleness in his tone, but it carried a weight of genuine concern. he needed to understand what had led her here, to this moment, to this belief. for her, he would listen. always.