Neverwinter Forest A Short Rest

He looked back over a pointed shoulder.  Mal wasn't hearing any of it, really.  The world was all about how bad he had it, wasn't it?  On a normal day he had issues relating to others, but throw a wrench like that at him and all hope was lost on that front.  Of course I am -- obviously meant to be, so what does it matter in the end? They left one by one, by one, by one... by one.  A sharp cant of his head, and one more bitterly pointed question, Who's next?  He looked back forward, slowly starting to walk.  It was about all he could think of doing.  It wasn't like the yearling was going to go and face anything or anyone unless he had to.