Neverwinter Forest Gathering what's given

Y’var’la’s expression remained cool, though there was a flicker of approval in the way her eyes narrowed at the respectful nod Íruna offered. It was a subtle thing, but Y’var’la had grown used to the art of reading others—something about the woman’s poise piqued her curiosity.

“Perhaps,” she mused, her voice smooth, “you’ll learn faster with the right company.” Her words hung in the air, not entirely encouraging, but there was an undeniable sharpness to them—a quiet compliment veiled in her typical aloofness.

The beckoning gesture caught her off guard for a moment, but Y’var’la’s lips curled into a barely-there smirk. She took a deliberate step, her gaze flicking back to the clearing as she moved to follow.