Neverwinter Forest May I stand unshaken

sólhárr moved with precision, his powerful strides steady under the weight of the battered white male draped across his back. the scent of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint tang of herbs from iruna’s preparations. his amber gaze flicked to callyope ahead, her small form bustling with purpose as she arranged the bedding for their unexpected charge.

he did not linger on sentiment, though her quick kiss lingered like a ghost against his cheek. now was not the time.

with careful control, he eased the injured male toward iruna, his muscles shifting beneath his coat as he bore the weight with ease. her firm voice brought a nod of approval from him, and he adjusted his stance as she positioned herself to take the burden. together, they shifted the man onto her back, sólhárr’s movements deliberate to avoid further harm.

when iruna settled the man onto the prepared bed of moss and pelts, sólhárr stepped back, his eyes scanning over the scene. his focus lingered on the injured figure, then flicked to iruna and callyope. both were capable, their work methodical.

without a word, he turned to fetch the remaining herbs that would be needed. his jaws closed around the bundle, the sharp tang of the plants sharp against his tongue as he returned. placing them beside iruna, he let out a low huff, his body taut with readiness to defend or assist further if needed.

they would mend this man. and then, they would see what purpose he might serve.