Neverwinter Forest when the curtains call the time

She listened intently as Iruna studied the wound; admiring the workings of the healer's mind, so tuned to the smallest details. I hope it will leave a scar. She says lightly, her posture straightening as she looked down at the gashes, not so grievous as they once were, it was hard to not see healers as magic, the way something so horrible could be mended into something that hardly looked to be there in the first place. It would remind me of the day I came here. There was pride in the way she spoke, something tender and heartfelt.

I should find the mountain cat and give him great thanks. She snickered. Mountain cat would likely give her a matching set if she did seek him out. Surely he was still angered that she took his food from him.