Neverwinter Forest warmth

ja, he rumbled softly, yellow eyes holding hers for a moment. dregnr now. means much.

his gaze dropped briefly to the rabbit between them, though his mind was elsewhere. being a dregnr wasn’t just for himself—it was for forneskja, for the gods, for those he cared for. and, maybe, a little for moments like this, when someone looked at him and saw more than just a lumbering northerner.

he glanced back up, his tail giving a slow, thoughtful wag. is good. but... still much to learn. always more to prove, hm? a faint grin tugged at his lips, softening his otherwise rugged features. he knew what it was like to adjust, to feel the weight of a new role, a new place. so his eyes soften now as he looks upon her.

you struggle to adjust here?