Ugh. Things were so much simpler when Mesprit barely understood what was going on with people. She'd gotten by by just assuming everyone had good intentions. It kept her happily ignorant, at least. But now... people had hurt feelings. Sensitivity. Complexity. Clearly it would take a while before she could understand them better. She'd have to understand her own feelings first.

She rubbed the back of her head, now feeling not just guilt but embarrassment. Embarrassment for being hostile when he wanted nothing more than to be a source of positivity.

"Um... you don't have to go." She was having a hard time stringing two words together, let alone analyzing whether or not she wanted to talk about anything. She couldn't tell if she wanted to feel these bad feelings by herself or to let it out while risking possibly hurting someone in the process.

She wriggled with obvious discomfort. "S-something bad did happen."