Duck Lake are you worth your weight in gold, cause you're behind my eyelids when i'm all alone

the exhaustion wafting from his companion did little to tender the stiffness that suddenly compelled mahler at the gentle brush of the other's muzzle. the scars had long heaked — from time to time they did ache or itch, but beneath alarian's questing lips, mahler felt only an uncomfortable and foreign warmth.
the sensation eked through him, until he was fair put-upon to steady himself upon a long and direct gaze at the young governor. the brute was not unaware of how the boy had once felt, and beneath the tired mien he suspected there were other wants to alarian, in this moment. but he was not sure — he did not wish to assume. once more, directness found his tongue, a bluntness softened by the rare and open expression in his lilac eyes: "vhat is it you vant, alarian?"