Neverwinter Forest I’m looking for monkey business

The guilt had set in immediately, and Aibreann had taken her time grooming the stranger's scent out of her fur. The stench of the hot springs helps, and by the time she heads back to the forest no trace of his scent remains. Her guilt hasn't faded, though. Hearing Mal's frantic calls only worsens the feeling, but she knows she has to face him. Her prior assumptions about his absence already feel unreasonable, now that her agitation has calmed a little, and she knows wandering off had been a bad move. She moves slowly in his direction, reluctant and delaying the inevitable.