Neverwinter Forest the beach, the way the water felt-

Huā was no mastermind of emotional complexities, but you didn't have to be Mal's therapist to tell something was up with him. It was certainly rare to see him without some little lopsided smile, and he didn't exactly seem eager to see her (though she wondered if it was right to expect that from him.) Immediately whatever hint of a smile she had fell away, and her coffee shoulders drooped slightly, posture weighted. Um, I was just... looking for you. Are you okay? The answer was obviously no, but she wanted to be there for him- and still, didn't feel right about prying information out of him. He'd share as much or as little as he wanted, she figured- and if he wanted her to leave, that was an option too. Whatever helped.