Neverwinter Forest Round these parts

Simmik did eventually come back. He couldn't bring himself to do anything, to look over, twitch his tail or anything. He was just some sort of collapsed furry rock. Give him ten minutes and he'd find himself uncomfortable and move again but not right this instant. I talked to Cupid. It didn't go well. And now he hates me for real probably. He'd been honest, apologetic, and patient and everything and nothing worked. He got yelled at. And now what was Cupid going to do? Take Caerus? Poison Caerus against him? At least he'd gotten to talk to his son before leaving, but it still felt in danger of never seeing him again. The future might end up making that the other way around, but at least right now he didn't know that. 

He'd made progress, and then destroyed it. And he didn't expect to be this torn up about it, but here he was.