Neverwinter Forest It feels like something I know

Okay now he was caught off-guard. He thought he'd been pretty reasonable. Miscommunication? Maybe? Had he done something wrong? Augh. His reply was quick, but not angry. He just wanted a solution, Simmik, no, I want him dead, and none of us hurt! I don't want to have him turn out to just be playing almost-dead and then turn and kill one of us because we weren't treating him like a danger. I mean, look at me, I'm not doing this on my own, and I'm not gonna mess around with this guy. We kill him. That's the important part, right there. Which also sounded bizarre to say, even if he knew it was justified -- it wasn't like wolves had jail.

How'd he gone and made things go south here? How he wished he knew how to make things somehow go back to how things were months back. Stuff was okay then. His ears were still back on his skull, and he was a little quieter, I just want you to be safe and comfortable. And if you're worried, then you don't have to be out there, it's ok. If you think it's fine, that's ok too. He was probably rambling, but his brain wasn't wired to be concise right now, Nothing's changed with us. I'm still here, and you need me to do something, I'll help no matter what it is, just like always. A pause, I just wanna help you. Should he add because she was family? He wasn't sure any more. Talking was awful. He just wanted to know how to make her feel normal again, because Mal sure as hell didn't know and what he'd done so far didn't seem like it helped.