Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

Pangur stuck out her paw for him to survey, his breath skimming the slathering of herbs stuck to her. She took his reassurance with a nod and a grin. If only one could heal a wound through sheer will alone... Ah well, the longer it took her to heal, the longer they would be stuck with her, and her with them. The idea became more tempting with every moment that passed; something genuine lingered beneath her gaze, the moment shared was cherished, held deeply, for Pangur cherished all things.

I will fight better the next time. She flicked an ear, challenge on the tip of her tongue, she just couldn't help herself. Trickster's blood, it spurred her on. ...When my leg is better, of course. Then I will take you up again. She said with a light laugh before rising to go apologize to her hosts.

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