Neverwinter Forest eat your heart,

he listens to her words, he hums at her apology and nudges against her, gentle in his touch, his embrace. her confession falls upon ears that listen eagerly. there is little binding him here ; there is no reason, no force (asides from the anger of the gods) for him to remain linked to her, instead the sögumaðr is here because he wishes to be, for it is as simple as him enjoying her presence. it is more than just duty, a murmur.

and so it will be, there is a soft smile upon his maw as he says it, moving from her ear so that he may be in front of her, looking upon her as a husband would a wife. he plants a soft kiss upon her nose, delivered with a liver-hued tongue. though the path was gifted upon us by the gods, we will make it our very own, sögumaðr and læknir, you and i, as the gods have decided, and as all things should be, and it was another kiss that he would plant upon her fur, eyes soft, now, squinted, blinking slowly.

but although there was much time to decide, he could not stop himself from saying: i will take you as my wife, írúna úthafskari, daughter of the dragon's bay, smiling.