Neverwinter Forest and no sun

tell me of your symptoms, and so he would. rökkur studied her face for a moment, careful, curious, before he gave a long breath and begun: i am ... exhausted, often, came his words, weary as his eyes, as his paws. though, when i lay down to rest, sleep escapes me. my nights without moonlight nor prayer seemed to foster nightmares, each a darker version of what are already unbearable memories.

i feel an urge to isolate ... to turn away from others.

another sigh. he tore his scarlet gaze away from callyope's ambers, as if partly ashamed to be admitting such things, though he knew in front of the queen of the neverwinter that there was no reason to. he continued, then: i have had this ... illness ... before. it only strikes during wintertime, as i believe many illnesses do, right?

perhaps it was something common. he hoped so, anyway.