Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur grinned at the compliment, let out a light laugh and flaunted herself playfully. I am simply lucky. The gods deem it so. Nothing would come to harm her, not so long as the gods continued to watch over her as they always had. 

Eydis sat in stark contrast to Pangur, neutral and stable to her bouncy and spontaneous. She thought, there might have been some sadness locked behind the neutrality. Resignation, perhaps? Pangur would have to ask another time, now hardly seemed to be the best of opportunities. No? Well, I am sure you will. She shrugged, standing to prepare to cart the rest of the deer back. She could not offer the most support, but it would be a difficult battle to try and deny her assistance.