Neverwinter Forest I hear they're calling my name

Simmik shrugged. She wasn't so sure. Maybe. But my default is to avoid most people, which I'm sure isn't normal. She made an effort with her packmates sometimes, but she usually found being alone to be the easiest. She hated all the expectations that went with social interactions. She never really felt that way around Mal, even in the beginning, but pretty much everyone else was a drain on her energy. And once she and Matty had gotten past the awkward beginning, things hadn't felt that way with him either. Her chest tightened at the thought of him, and she quickly pushed it away. Mal was speaking again, anyway, so it was easy to redirect her focus to him. 

She kind of wanted to kick Cupid's ass by the time Mal was done. She could tell this was really bothering him, and with how things seemed to go for him, he was, of course, blaming himself. But Cupid was the one who had taken off in the first place, and now he was here, and they had a kid together, so she felt like he should maybe give Mal a break. At least he was trying. I don't think you're doing anything wrong, Simmik assured him. You gave him space and you're involved with Caerus. She thought that was all anyone could really do in that situation. It was hard for her to really say what she would do because she didn't really know Cupid that well. I guess I would just be honest with him about how I feel, she offered. She felt like being honest was the best way to deal with most things. Things can't keep going the way they are now; it's not really fair to anyone, she finished with a small shrug. You shouldn't blame yourself, though.