Neverwinter Forest sure as hell not going up

For reasons he'd not yet interrogated, Catamaran was reluctant to share his worries with her. He watched, grim-faced, as she began to eat. When her eyes darted back to his, he let his gaze drop to his paws.

"There are healers in the mountains," he said, his voice dry. He'd warmed to her in the past weeks, and that had injected color into his voice that was absent now, and starkly so. This felt, somehow, like a terrible weakness. To want to see her healthy. To care whether she lived or died.