Neverwinter Forest soothe

he stops at the edge of the pool, water dripping in slow rivulets from his shoulders. cicero’s voice halts him.
at first, the saxon does not turn. the healer’s words stagnate between them until he gets the urge to draw breath. his eyes narrow slightly. not in anger. in thought.
slowly, he looks back.
he gestures to his ear. þonne gehīer swā wel.
his paw gestures out toward the world, slow. eorþe. his gaze lifts to the sky. heofon.
he turns more fully now, facing the healer. the tension from earlier has faded to something quieter. his paw dips into the water.
wæter.
he steps forward once, then lowers his head in a slight, respectful gesture. frēond.