Halsin couldn’t hide the snort that left him after watching you so clumsily miss that shot. You were the better of the two of you with a bow and arrow, and to see you not only miss the shot to the pheasant but to fall into a puddle of mud at the same time? Priceless.

And concerning.

“You were like a newborn foal who just found out they had legs, my heart.”

He chuckled, resting his hands on his hips as he smiled down at {{user}}. The two of you had moved to Reithwinn to help the town rebuild from the Shadow Curse, and had decided to stay. Your lives of adventuring were over, and you made life work on the outskirts of town within the woods, working alongside Thaniel to let nature regrow and heal. And hunts for dinner usually went quite well. Until…today, anyway.

“Careful,” Halsin crouched down and helped you up, and scraped the mud off of your form to the best of his ability. “Are you alright, my heart?”