Neverwinter Forest my undoing, oh my love,

sólhárr's chest tightened as he watched her unravel, her pain spilling forth like water breaking free of a dam. he felt the weight of her grief, her love, her memories—all swirling together in her words, her tears. without hesitation, he moved closer, his warmth wrapping around her like a shield against the chill of her sorrow.

no, my call-yope, he cooed softly, his voice a low rumble of tenderness. he pressed his lips to her tear-streaked cheek, kissing away each drop as if they could take her pain with them. this is not cursed. your sister is no curse. this is how she cares for you.

his nose brushed gently along her temple, his touch steady, grounding. she led me to you, lyelska. she brought me to my love, my life. she watches over you, not as a shadow of grief but as a light of guidance.

he paused, letting his words settle as he held her closer. and you honor her with every breath, with every dream of a village, with every step forward. her spirit lives through you, and it is not something to fear. it is something to cherish.

he kissed her again, softer this time, letting his lips linger on her brow. he may have called her cursed, but they were wrong. she is your strength, your fire. and i am here, always, to help you carry her, to build with you, to honor her through the life we will make together.