Neverwinter Forest glitter

He'd turned to return the favor, but as she started talking, he'd paused. Was it something else important? Sounded like it. But her question caught him off-guard. Because let's be real, Mal also wasn't exactly experienced with feelings -- it was all very abstract to him. That and given the way everyone had behaved around him -- including Aibreann himself -- he wasn't sure what actually meant anything. After all, how did he explain the way she'd pulled away from him while Hua was here? He'd only sort of really been getting used to her being close again, not because he was untrusting, but because his awareness of it had been shrouded by Cupid's death.

Mal had always been a little more... Reserved around Aibreann, even if that wasn't quite the right word. Basically, not quite as free with his own behavior, whether it because he worried more about what she thought or because he wasn't sure what she wanted beyond her children. So, he flailed for some sort of direction so he didn't say the wrong thing, What I feel..? You mean like um. Look, he wasn't the sharpest wolf around, unable to find the right word, Like um, feelings feelings? He looked kind of foolish too, knowing it was kind of a childish way of putting things but hey, it was Mal. He sometimes did that.