Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

i do not doubt, he says after a moment, his voice low, almost rumbling. but... sometimes i wonder. does she hear me? or am i just small voice lost in big sky?

his gaze falls back to sólhárr, the faintest hint of vulnerability flickering in his usually steady expression. the chieftain’s words settle over him like a quiet reassurance, the simple truth of them grounding.

you think she sees all? even us?