Neverwinter Forest if you want it, you could get it for the rest of your life

And with what all was going on, the pup that had been coming out to play turned and disappeared back into the den with a yelp. Aibreann then at some point appeared at the den entrance. 

Cupid's response wasn't what he wanted or expected. What was he expecting? He didn't know. Somehow have made it less of a raw issue? After all, Mal had how long to move past it while he helped Aibreann care for him? Enough days. So he jerked back and was hurt, even if he was immediately trying to box it up. Didn't Cupid see he was worried and that he cared? Why didn't it matter?

But the thing that hurt more was that Caerus didn't speak up -- he knew Mal had been there, had worried with him. And even if Mal did kind of recognize that it was unfair for him to expect Caerus to stand up and do something, but that didn't change the way he felt. It just deepened the wound.

He'd tuned out just about everyone else, taking a slight step back, his voice had gone from hopeful to strained, Aibreann will look you over. It was about all he could choke out. This wasn't what he wanted. He turned towards the den with a pained, sort of stilted expression as he became aware of the other trio again. Oh. Yeah. He still moved that way no matter what.  He tried to focus and see what he'd missed but honestly, he just wanted to go lay down and forget for a bit. This was a bit of a disaster, wasn't it?