Neverwinter Forest wasting time on climbing hills

He was right, of course. It wasn't hard to intuit that Ibis wasn't really up for the nasty details, but she had offered and out of all the lessons her mothers had taught her - and her father, in his limited capacity - it was to keep to her word. She couldn't recant what she'd said and the offer was true. One day perhaps Mal would trust her enough to elucidate on his previous experiences and through sharing, perhaps begin to heal whatever mental and emotional wounds plagued him. At least those were Ibis' thoughts on the subject: he seemed damaged to some degree and, cliche as it sounds, she wanted to fix him.

Still, he wasn't ready to talk about it to her yet. Maybe that day would never come, but - Well, I'm around if you ever want to talk. She clarified again, a thin smile slipping across her features. Perhaps it was better to move on to happier subjects? Or maybe he didn't want her company at all - that thought helped to center Ibis a little bit, sober her up from the emotional whiplash of the conversation they'd been having.

The girl looked around for a second or two, thoughtful, and then remarked, You really did choose a nice place to live, Mal. Do you think you'll stay? Or... That we could stay with you? She glanced at the boy as she asked this, wondering if he'd be willing to try the whole family thing over again on his own terms this time.