Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

luhtar shifts at sólhárr’s words, his gaze falling to the ground as if the weight of them presses into him. the mention of his father stirs something deep, a flicker of tension tightening his broad shoulders before he exhales slowly, letting the memory settle.

he shakes his head, with a huff.

trusting’s hard, he admits. but maybe máni brought me here. to hear this.

his lips twitch into a faint smile, rough and unpracticed but genuine. thanks, brother. you always know what to say. maybe she tells you what to say, hm? a light jest, an attempt to lighten the moment, though the gratitude in his gaze is unmistakable.