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

for some reason, being cuddled and pitied like this was even worse than the grief; he grew heated with embarrassment, curling further and further into himself, wishing he could simply vanish. he had no way of intuiting that ibis and okeanos were grieving, themselves—all he could sense was the pity, and he despised it. he just wanted to be alone.

no she's not, cam said in response to okeanos, voice muffled against the dirt but with a tone that was clearly frosted over. she's in 'leesum. she's under the ground. i'm never gonna see her again. unless you went and dug her up, said a small voice in his head, but daddy had told him not to. he'd started to paw at the earth, and daddy had told him not to.

sentiment, shmentiment. cam didn't care about any of it. pretty words and sad faces didn't bring his mummy back; it seemed like nothing ever would. he just wanted to put it behind him, or better yet, turn back time, to a moment where she hadn't decided to just go to sleep forever and leave. now, that. . .that was an idea he could get behind.

he didn't want to think about this at all anymore, and in a voice clogged with tears, he muttered, the words from before finally registering in his mind: did you say olive and seebee?