Shadewood Drunk Nights are more fun than Sober Ones

Mourning? Why was she mourning? She had never told him that she was mourning...and at such sharp pick up, he stuck to the topic. “What makes you mourn? I never knew you had been plagued...” He only recalled her being by her lonesome in those woods seemingly forever ago, needing food, shelter, love. 

She was a full grown woman. Of course she could find her own husband. 
But if this was the case, how come he couldn’t voice it? It was almost as if saying something even remotely related to that was treason. Instead, his words came out clipped, and he near obviously tried to hide his hurt behind the apathetic facade he hadn’t touched in months. “Do you need help with that?”