Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

His ears folded back. It was just too much of a swing -- so happy, then told he was doing something wrong. That crash when mixed with other buried emotions was a turbulent mix. His head hung low, eyes drifted and he just couldn't look at Cupid any more either, or at least he couldn't if he wanted to keep himself together.

You see, Mal had baggage, in case that wasn't totally obvious. Fear of Caerus being taken away, still feeling like he was being forced into being the same distant creature he saw his own father as, whatever Lovecraftian horror of emotion that Caerus even existing had dredged up... This time, a shaky inhale. Weakly, then, It doesn't feel like it.