Neverwinter Forest living on a promised word

solharr's gaze remains steady, his expression unreadable as he processes ezra's words. the silence that follows feels heavy, yet solharr’s voice is clear when he speaks, devoid of judgment.

you may take shelter here, if you wish, he says, his tone calm but firm. for the time being. your path does not have to be walked alone. he gives a subtle nod, his amber eye narrowing slightly, reflecting an understanding of the weight ezra carries. there are things to be found here. answers, maybe. or... rest.

solharr steps back, giving space, but his eyes never leave ezra, as though weighing what comes next.