Neverwinter Forest Bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

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Day by day she weakened. Seastorm gave little outward sign of it; if anyone noticed it was only the bounty hunter, and only because he spent so much time in proximity to her. Even so, she hid her decline from @Catamaran as much as the others. Pride, perhaps. She didn't linger on the whys.

Instead she focused on strengthening herself in the ways that she could. She ate and rested dutifully; she kept to her patrols of their small section of the forest; she studied Catamaran daily, always seeking those soft spots she sensed in him. Now more than ever, the bounty hunter was essential to her survival.

Still, she took time to herself. Seastorm was alone now, eyeing a tree and thinking fiercely about chewing on it. Sólhárr had forbidden it. But surely a little nibble couldn't hurt.