Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

he watched her, then. carefully. analytically, though not as if she were a piece of data, nor a puzzle for him to work. he studied her ; the smaller behaviours, her tone of voice. the actions that screamed of a deeper sorrow. he nodded.

cry, eydís, he murmured, then. cry for your children ; holding your emotions, your sorrow, within ... it will do no good, it will only prolong your pain. he knew this much. he had spilt tears of his own. he had watched many lives be lost to a cause that had no reason for existing. and he knew, from personal experience, that keeping pain to yourself would only hurt more. a soft breath pushed through his nostrils.

he shuffled, then, rising to sit beside her, to gaze upon the grove from within the treeline. tell me about them, if you wish, another breath. thinking of a past of his own. of those he had lost. a past that neither eydís nor anyone would ever come to learn of. his own personal secret. it may help ... to talk about them.