Neverwinter Forest that which takes in turns, gives in spades

He shook his head, intending to answer, but her second question had him nodding, a smile still on his face. "Yes, I left. I just. . ." His shoulders rolled in a shrug as he contemplated his words. "I felt trapped. I needed to get out. I didn't realize you were gone until I found your scent, leading out of the Valley."

Another shrug, this time apologetic. "I was going to follow it, but I found Cortland," Phocion explained, glancing back down the trail leading out of the forest. "He was alone, and hurt. Looking for family. I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at his paw. . .?" he asked tentatively, blinking solemnly at Poet. He didn't know the extent of her healing knowledge, but surely she knew more than he did, right?