Neverwinter Forest She don't fuss, she don't whine

He met her gaze, noting the faint curve of her lips—a smile, genuine. For a moment, it caught him off guard. He hadn't expected it from the woman. His own lips twitched slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corners.

“You too,” he breathed out, sides billowing up and down as he fought to catch his breath.

The hunt had been seamless, their movements aligned in a way that felt natural, instinctual. She was fast, calculated, and bold—a perfect counterbalance to him. He wouldn't be opposed to hunting with her again in the future. Perhaps soon.

He shook out his thick coat, dislodging flecks of dirt and the faint spray of blood that clung to him.

“We take what we need,” Luhtar let his gaze drift back towards the woman. “Bring rest back. Let Forneskja see our worth.”