Neverwinter Forest blowin’ off my mom, i don’t wanna go home

Zephyr wasn't happy with that answer. Why? He may never know, but he could assume. Cupid followed the boy's glare to Mal and felt even more anxious than before. Were they some sort of.. thing? His stomach churned at the thought. The last thing he needed right now was drama. Thankfully, the boy wanted nothing more to do with this. He and the giant departed, leaving Cupid and Mal alone. 

The trip to the thicket was a silent one. He was too on edge, too exhausted to talk about much of anything. When they reached their destination he wasted no time finding a comfortable spot and sinking into it. He placed the baby near his belly and rested his head upon his paws. And finally, he could breathe.

The peaceful feeling only lasts for a moment. Thoughts of Zephyr, fears of him causing trouble for the baby, crawl up his neck. Cupid looked up. Why'd the kid act like that?