Neverwinter Forest a little ethereal

The story might have been uplifting to most others, but Simmik's mind was not in the the right place; all she took away from it was that they were going about their happy lives and were suddenly dead. The images of their grieving packmates stuck out the most in her mind even now. It was hard to see the positive in things when you were so weighted down by all the negatives in your own life. 

But then he was apologizing, telling her that his story was bad, saying he was silly—it was too much. She felt guilty all over again—guilty and angry that she couldn't just act normally. She felt bad that he had told his story to her; if it had been told to Vallkyrie or Lenny, or even Mal, things would have gone much differently. But he had run into her today. This was why she kept to herself so much. No, it's not a bad story, she told him, still unable to look his way. I'm sorry; I need to go. She turned and trotted away into the darkness of the forest without a second glance back.