Neverwinter Forest crucify me

he returned the smile, if not weakly, and unsure. "there is much i wish to learn, to know. many new things." a sway of his tail against the powdered snow, a nod to how eager he is to start new. change is scary and intimidating, and there was a time not so long ago that he'd avoided it. 

but she made him feel confident. grateful. she did not look down upon him with scorn or malice, but acceptance. "the words you speak, the tongue, your rituals...they are fascinating." truthful and earnest were his words, though the true passion shone in his silver gaze. 

"i will do my best to help fornesjka. it's people—my people, now." 

a stranger to properly expressing his feelings, cicero knew actions spoke louder than words. he would rekindle his vigor under the care given by his seiðkona.