Neverwinter Forest I’m here on funky business

Immediately, she felt a pang if guilt in her chest. She knew she was the reason he felt he was failing at being there for the pack. She had all this shit she was dealing with, and she wasn't really dealing with it well. But all she did was shut everyone out and push away any attempts at comfort because she didn't know how to be comforted. She didn't want to be touched and no words could soothe her pain or chase away the devastating darkness left inside her. But she was still glad he was here with her. None of this is your fault, she told him again. You do plenty to help, really. I know I haven't been the easiest to be around, but I really do appreciate you being here for me. She didn't know how else he could help.

The mention of the monster had her tensing, her expression turning murderous before she covered it up with a blank mask. I'm ready now, she said flatly. I want to know he's dead and never going to hurt anyone else again. She hated him. She wanted to rip his throat out and watch him struggle to breath—the hate in her thoughts was almost suffocating as she pictured it.