Neverwinter Forest Songs and Forests

Luhtar let a low rumble of appreciation slip from his throat as Kinusi worked, careful not to shift or tense too much under her hands. He was unused to such patience aimed at him—and far less accustomed to having it sung over. He gave a gruff huff of laughter at her comments about snapping her like a twig. “I not do that,” he mumbled, the faint curl of humor touching his lips. “But… I see what you mean. Wound bite harder on muscle.”

When she pressed the rosemary against his flank, he hissed softly but held still, trusting her small, deft paws. “Feels… not so bad.” He chuffed a quieter sound, grateful.

At the mention of eating the herb, he raised a brow, then leaned forward to lick the sprig. “Tastes… strong. If help pain, I eat.” Another quiet huff. “Maybe try on deer next time,” he added, tongue flicking wryly at the taste. He said nothing as she continued to sing, the strange lull of her voice weaving around him. It steadied him more than he’d like to admit. Finally, when she finished tending the wound, he lifted his gaze to hers, genuinely appreciative.

“You… thank you, Kinusi,” he murmured, voice low. “I not expect… singing… or care. But is good.” A small, earnest smile flickered across his muzzle, quickly hidden behind a self-conscious dip of his head. “I keep it clean, promise. And if you need something, call me.”