Neverwinter Forest Each morn we are born again

His question lingered in the space between them, and she found herself pausing, considering it. What drove her steps? The question was not an easy one, for it demanded more than a simple answer. She had always known her devotion was tied to something deeper than duty—it was bound to the sacred balance between strength and compassion, to the spirits who whispered in the wind, to the guiding presence that had led her here, to him, to this moment.

“I seek peace,” she said softly, the words flowing from her with the same steady cadence that she had used when speaking of the gods. “A peace born from understanding, from the harmony of the land and its people. I seek to be a part of something greater than myself, to stand not only for the gods but for the balance that they ask us to protect.” She paused, her gaze softening slightly as she considered her next words.

“I was born to heal, Hárkonungr,” she continued, her voice firm yet gentle. “But I also know that sometimes healing requires more than herbs and rituals. Sometimes, it requires strength, protection, and the willingness to defend those you care for.” She took a step closer, closer still to him, the distance between them almost imperceptible.

She smiled then, a soft, knowing smile. “And if the gods truly walk with me, then I will walk this path with them, with you. Whatever that may bring.”