Neverwinter Forest A Short Rest

It was really unlikely Mal's opinion on Elysium was gonna change any time soon.  His miserable experiences had been left to fester far too long.  Okeanos' question was a little odd to him, though.  Despite blinking in confusion a second, Mal ended up just shrugging a shoulder seemingly not too concerned, His mom died or something maybe?  Not anything I can fix.  But Mal seemed keen on just continuing on to something else, Look, there's nothing tying me to that pack any more -- you might, but I don't. They didn't care about me or my sisters, I'm just gonna return that favor. Delight had been metaphorically dead to him for a while.  Well, maybe not entirely dead, but he had stopped being a major factor in Mal's life long before the youth bailed from the pack.  It was probably better this way in the end.  He looked back to the deer, eyeballing them a moment.