Neverwinter Forest About how all her bones are broken

Íruna stood still, her lavender eyes meeting his with calm resolve. His question lingered between them, weighted but not unwelcome. She took a breath, steady and sure, before speaking.

“I have always devoted myself to prayer,” she said plainly. “To mending what is broken and protecting what must endure. My gods have guided me, as they always will.”

Her gaze shifted briefly upward, to where faint beams of sunlight broke through the canopy above. “If this is where they wish me to be, then I will follow. Balance is found in action, not hesitation.”

She looked back at him, stepping forward just enough to close some of the distance between them. “I will walk with you, Sólhárr. If your forest will have me, I will offer my strength and my faith.”

Her words were direct, spoken without flourish, but her intent was clear. She had been brought here for a reason, and Íruna was not one to question the purpose set before her.