Neverwinter Forest longfur

the warmth in Sólhárr’s voice, the weight of his words—it was unexpected, striking her in a way that made her chest tighten.  

jurtvörður, she repeated softly, the word tasting unfamiliar yet fitting on her tongue. her hazel eyes shimmered, caught between surprise and humility as she lifted her gaze to his. i... thank you, hárkonungr.

her voice was steady, but the faintest hint of a blush warmed her cheeks beneath her fur, the vulnerability of being seen—not as a tool, not as a transaction, but as something vital—settling into her heart.

she dipped her head slightly, a gesture of respect and gratitude with a resolve rooted in gratitude and purpose. thank you, Sólhárr, for seeing me.