Neverwinter Forest isn't it good to be lost in the wood?

She had been hopeful for a moment, but that all broke apart so fast — splintering and dissolving, swept away by a gust of inconsolable emotion as Cam tried to explain; his sobs grew to be a gale and all of a sudden Ibis was sweeping close to him, down in the dirt, holding him close before -- before it could -- process --- asleep?

—never going to wake up— Lily?
And I don't know why — No, no, not Lily.

Ibis had never lost anyone; she'd never fathomed the permanence of it. It struck her through the heart, but there wasn't an ache - there was a numbing, a frigidity, an absence. Shock, sickening, appalling, empty shock. All that Ibis could do was hold Cam close, let him cry

-- and in the back of her mind wonder, 

why her?