Neverwinter Forest it sounds like it's the opposite of normal.

Her ears slipped back as he reassured her that Scimitar and Eshe would've liked her. She didn't argue with him, but Liffey wasn't so sure about that. She had never really considered herself to be a bad person. But she was flawed, and she was often weak. She did her best to surround herself with those who forgave her for those things, but not all did. Not all would.

Liffey stowed those feelings away and tried to return to present. She smiled at her mate's enthusiasm, glad to see that she at least had helped pull him from his own darkness that being in the place of his birth had earlier inspired. "I'm sure I will," she reassured him with a soft wag of her tail, trotting after him with lifting spirits. As she often reminded herself when she began to feel low about how few friends she had and how much she struggled to connect with others, she did at least have Rannoch who loved her completely. That was enough. And now it was time to play with fireflies.