Neverwinter Forest [m] Places far away and we're not you and me, but

Another foreign thing to face; Seastorm was no stranger to hurt at the hands of another, but never had anyone tried to soothe her in the aftermath. The assassin was quiet for a long time after Catamaran spoke; thoughtful, warming even in absence of words. It was the closest thing to kindness anyone had ever given her, not unlike that day he'd found her past the borders.

She wasn't sure that a wolf existed anywhere in the world who was not capable of inflicting some kind of hurt. Maybe the closest anyone ever got was this: someone who cared enough to try to fix it, whether he could or not.

Maybe I need this, too, Seastorm allowed softly after a time; her own admission of weakness, a glimpse of vulnerability to match the bounty hunter. She tucked herself closer and left the rest unspoken.