Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

The attack still haunted her, a sharp lesson carved into her bones. She had been reckless, naive; if not for the red man and the coal-frēond, she might not be standing here at all. The world was not kind, and she knew now she could not face it alone; so she chose to follow them.
The red warrior bore the name Solharr; another viking, cut from the same cloth as Raedwulf. They spoke the same strange tongue, shared the same unshaken confidence. Rhaena wondered if all warriors carried themselves this way, or if it was only them.
A call split the quiet, and she answered without hesitation, stepping into the clearing. New faces greeted her, unfamiliar and unreadable. Her periwinkle gaze drifted, searching, and there; Raedwulf, smirking beside another man. But the look in his eyes told her what she had not yet wanted to accept; whatever bond she thought she had built with him, it was not the same in his mind.
The shadow girl swallowed that sting and stood in silence, waiting for the words that would follow.