Neverwinter Forest My queen won't feed on milk and honey

Pangur accepted the help easily, courtesy of the sting, vicious and angry as it was, she limped over to where she was directed, a good patient, always. Hárkonungr had failed to mention the beauty of this Seiðkona, oh surely blessed by Freya, Pangur admired the way she took her limb forward to examine, and breathed care in every word. 

Maybe wanderer had just been wandering too long. She missed being among other women. 

Oh yes, I am lucky, you see? I knew that I would be successful, but ah, there is always a cost. She kept her grin plastered to her golden face, kept her words lightened and playful, her head drawn to the side in feigned dramatics but I am quick no longer! Not maimed as this... You are lovely to help, Seiðkona