Neverwinter Forest longfur

kalyska listened in stillness, the weight of sólhárr's words settling over her like a mantle. for a long moment, she said nothing, her hazel eyes steady as they held his golden gaze. there was a quiet awe in her expression, a recognition of the vision he carried, the gravity of what he was asking of her—and of what she had already begun to give.  

something worth defending she had found an unexpected confidence as her eyes looked down at the small clutter of herbs she managed to gather. 

you have my hands, my resolve, and... her voice dipped, the smile softening into something more vulnerable as she hummed my faith.

looking to meet his gaze her eyes flickered to where the badger wound that brought their paths together rested. wound heal well, no scars sadly she mused.