Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

Caerus' response tore at him. It made the smile start coming back, his tail sort of wagged but he tried to make it not. Cupid spoke next, and Mal looked up. Despite the fact he, too, had faltered a bit, in a sense the damage was already done. His whole expression was split between joy and desperation. There wasn't a particular winner out of it, and it kept him pretty much rooted to the spot.

He just kept feeling like Cupid really didn't actually want Mal here, help or not. What do I need to do? his voice wavered. Okay, he wasn't being particularly specific. Mal was so good at talking. What did he need to do to make things not like this? Not that he knew what he wanted, but just... not this. I want to be here for him -- and -- what do I need to do? more desperate again. Train of thought sort of lost, not that he had it in the first place, he looked to the boy again, trying to keep himself from going too far off the rails.