Neverwinter Forest a little ethereal

Simmik was quiet for a long time once the story had finished, remaining in place as the ending filtered through her her mind. She, honestly, hadn't expected it to end that way, and she suddenly wished it hadn't. Why did you tell me such a sad story, she asked quietly. There was no anger in her voice, just the sadness she felt for far more reasons that Ico's story. But she had been looking for a distraction, not a story that reminded her how unfair life was. She was unable to see the sweet side of the bittersweet ending. Maybe she would have before she was broken, but now all she could see were the bitter parts. 

She couldn't look at him. Her gaze remained trained on her snowy paws where they clung to the forest floor; she was afraid he might see too much in her expression—more than she was willing to share with him right now.