Neverwinter Forest sure as hell not going up

Sometimes, lately, the bounty hunter found it almost painful to look at his prize. His mind would be flooded with rare moments of vulnerability and — and something else; something he didn't know how to name. Something that he was coming to crave with frightening intensity.

This was one of those moments. He turned away so that she would not see the way these words made his jaw clench, pretending instead to examine the personal effects littered about their bedding. He had not the instinct to think of taking it any of it with them, but it was a convenient place to rest his eyes.

"Let them," he said, his voice full of something that felt dangerous and fey.