Neverwinter Forest It's called: Freefall

a rarity of a chuckle rumbled in his throat. warm and amused, though it wasn't his intention to pick fun at her strife. "the pleasure is all mine. if it may be easier for you, you can call me cic." he offered. an olive branch, a potential for more than just acquaintanceship. a small, foreign part of him, the one so used to being alone, wished she'd take it. 

pangur. such a unique name for a unique woman. he made note to remember it. once again his silver gaze fell to the hare that laid between them. his chest bloomed with a warmth long forgotten at her inquiry. 

part of him felt guilty, as he could offer her nothing in return. with a pleasant grin, he nodded, the hunger that often clawed at his insides rearing its ugly head. he rarely often could indulge in a fresh meal. 

"i would love to accept this...but are you sure? i am in no state to return the gesture. i...can offer you nothing but company, i'm afraid." hopefully, that was enough. his tail swished once, twice, an amicable gesture.