Neverwinter Forest you walk along the edge of danger

Y'var'la’s gaze didn’t waver, though the quiet tension in her posture shifted slightly, the hint of something far more calculated flickering behind her eyes. The question didn’t catch her off guard, but it was still something she didn’t take lightly. She was used to navigating the darker corners of her world, and some things—like the past—were best left in shadows.

"They were never wrong." Her voice held a measured calm, but there was an edge to it, as though she were weighing every word. "At least not in their eyes.  My people... they did what they needed to. They thought they did. Everyone’s just trying to hold onto power." Her lips curved into a thin smile, her eyes distant as she glanced away, reflecting on years of invisible strings and calculated moves.

She shifted her weight slightly, a quiet but deliberate movement that made her seem more poised, more distant. "I don’t blame them for what I became, or for what I had to do." The faintest trace of bitterness lingered in her tone. "I would do it again, given the opportunity." Her tail flicked thoughtfully, and she looked back at him, the spark of something sharper flickering in her gaze. "I never stayed for the approval. Not before. And not now."

"I’ve made my peace with it. Just as I’m sure you did with Huldfall." She raised an eyebrow, almost as if daring him to contradict her.