Neverwinter Forest quiet and soft

She offered a small, reassuring smile, her tail swaying faintly behind her. “Íruna, I am one of Seiðkona's seers.” she replied, dipping her head slightly in greeting. “And you must be Cicero. I’ve heard of you.” Her voice was steady, warm, but without unnecessary embellishment.

She glanced down at the rabbit she had brought, her paw brushing over the soft earth beside it. “You’ve been busy helping others. It’s good work.” There was no pity in her tone, only acknowledgment of his efforts.

With that, Íruna settled down, gently tearing at the rabbit to divide it into portions. “Here,” she said, nudging a piece toward him with her paw. “Eat. It’s better fresh.” Her tone left no room for refusal, but the faint smile on her lips softened the command. She took a piece for herself but didn’t eat right away, instead watching him.

Noticing him.