Neverwinter Forest a little ethereal

The silence that followed felt positive at first, a breath of reflection and thought. But then the silence lingered, and Ico chanced a glance at Simmik's expression, and he realised — it was not a positive silence at all. His heart gave an awful squirm, and his eyes widened with horror as he realised he'd upset her. His first instinct was to apologise profusely, but he also felt it crucial that he explain why he didn't think it a sad story. It had a dark twist, certainly, and it was grounded in something very real, but when he'd first divised it he'd thought it uplifting. I didn't mean it to be sad, he promised; the sisters live to a ripe old age, then live on in the hearts and minds of their pack.

But the damage had been done. I am sorry, he muttered, eyes cast to the ground shamefully. I didn't mean for... it's not a good story at all, I was silly to... I'm sorry, he said again, and intended to peel away and end this unsuccessful meeting, the fool who thought himself a storyteller.