Neverwinter Forest sure as hell not going up

Leaving.

She didn't question him, but curiosity was apparent in her bright seaglass eyes even as she took the fish from him. Her coat had regained its glassy sheen, her weight maintained, but the sturdy athleticism of her frame was diminished. Travel would not be easy on her.

Seastorm tore into the fish quietly, but her gaze kept flicking back up to Catamaran, wordlessly questioning.