Neverwinter Forest longfur

sólhárr’s golden eye softened as he stepped closer, his gaze steady on the scar she revealed. for a moment, he was silent, his expression unreadable but for the faintest trace of something warm, something almost tender.

ugly? he murmured, his deep voice low, carrying both a hint of disbelief and quiet conviction. no, kalyska. scars don’t make a woman ugly.

he leaned slightly forward, his nose hovering just above the scarred patch of skin. they make you strong, he said, the words deliberate, firm. this is proof of what you’ve endured, what you’ve overcome. it’s a mark of your resilience.

his gaze lifted to meet hers again, a small, faintly teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. and strength, he added, his tone softening, is far more beautiful than any unbroken skin.