Northstar Vale i hate my passport

Cupid rolled onto his back and stared up at the towering mountain. His mountain, his haven, his sanctuary. It was right there, so close it could fall upon him. He could picture the view from here, smell the fresh air. Tantalizing things that were just out of reach, all thanks to his sickness, his thoughts, his decisions. Cupid clenched his jaw and cursed beneath his breath.

There's a voice, one that he hadn't expected nor wanted to hear at the moment. Hag, he grumbled to himself before rolling around to stare up at her. By 'help' do you mean talk me ear off?