Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

his yellow eyes follow the elder's gaze upward, lingering on the vast, glowing sky.

he listens, his ears flicking faintly at sólhrárr’s words. they roll over him like the low rumble of distant thunder. luhtar’s posture softens, though tension still clings faintly to the edges of his frame, a shadow of something he’s yet to put into words.

"já," he says finally. "máni sees... even when we look down." his lips twitch in the faintest smile, self-deprecating but warm, and he leans back slightly, letting the cold settle into him as he turns his gaze skyward once more.