Neverwinter Forest I hear they're calling my name

A slight shake of his head, I'm awake so that means I should probably do something. Nothing sounds good right now. It was just duties, and they'd get done eventually. It was just a good deal less fun right now. He'd retreated from everyone a bit since what had happened, and though he was around he wasn't as close to well... Anyone. Not yet. And Aibreann had gone off to fix up her chosen den or whatever, so that had cut down his contact there too. He still felt Matty's death probably had effected Simmik more, so he'd continue to make sure that he'd do what he could. If you just want to hang out, you can come in and claim a patch of ground, plenty of room, he offered. Because standing around was kinda awkward. But hey, part of being above ground meant there was room. If she accepted he'd back up and flop down to one side of the smallish clearing -- if not, then uh... Keep standing I guess?

The noise he made was sort of between a sigh and a strained laugh -- positive, no? I don't know. We still haven't talked really. I mean, he's just keeping a close eye over Caerus now.. And with him talking too, it's like.. Harder, I guess. He shrugged, Not that I'd know what to say anyway, or what I'd want. So hey, guess it's limbo forever. The entire thing was said wryly. Another of his failures, another thing he didn't know how to fix. On the one hand at least Cupid was alive but Mal was just kind of useless at everything, apparently. He could bring food and play with his son, and that was all Mal figured out. I think I'm not actually very good at people. A sort of grin at his own misery at that. He'd see if she had anything to say about that before eventually getting around to asking how she was doing.