Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

I do not fight, not much—I did not realize the fun of it. She giggled as her breath slowed to normal, snatched back from the exertion that had stolen it. The gods picked favourites, oh it was true! How lucky Pangur had been! She felt their eyes on her just as she felt the wind that blew through her coat, ever-present; she wondered if she made them proud.

She must've! She was still lucky! 

Ah- unfortunately so. She lifted her leg to survey the damage, see just how much of her wrappings had been unravelled. A sheepish grin covered her face, hazel eyes sparked with mischief. This is ah- counter productive to it, I have the feeling.