Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

She was caught in the crossfire of his full body shake—left with a mound of snow on her head and stuck to the front of her. She would crane her head down, let it slide off back onto the snowy ground. 

It is fun for you too—do not lie. She leered inwards, a tease on her tongue, she would traipse around to his other side, if only because she was a beast of movement, excessive and spurred on by a spirit most vivacious—Yes! spirit! Of course I have spirit, the gods love me, how could I not? Pangur grinned, pale chest puffed in pride, perhaps she had snaked away some of his left in the snow. She did not disagree with his sentiment of sparring more, if anything, she had shown her eagerness at the prospect of more in the future. It felt good to work muscles so sick of bedrest. 

Sitting around has it's benefits too. For one... healing... She lowered her tone and spared a nervous glance at the den of Seiðkona before one back down at her leg, still layered in herbs minced to a fine, sticky paste, some of which was scattered about the snow in little green pieces... Oops... Maybe this would stay secret, just a little.