Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

he watched her carefully. watched her expression. but where he felt cleansed, renewed, he only saw the same spirit, the same temperament within her. please have patience, eydís, the man guided, then, brows drawn together in an apologetic manner. let the cleanse take its time, it is slow. for nothing was instantaneous in this life.

rökkur would move past her, then, exiting the water, standing back upon the land. his connection, his tether to the earth provided him with comfort, and he could only wish it was the same for eydís. looking back at her, he would speak: you must rest, now, and let the water take its effect while you sleep. his voice would lower, next.

should your night terrors return, see me tomorrow, when the light of the sun shines overhead. i do not wish for you to be uncomfortable. and he would gaze at her momentarily, then turn his eyes to the moon, to the stars. the supposed windows. a breath exited his nose, and he looked back to the blonde woman.

waiting for if she had anything left to say.