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for the moments wylla did not turn, mahler found his eyes trained upon her all the same. it was not as if he meant to stare; the man was weighing the way she held her limbs, the slow movement that brought her muzzle 'round. and when her eyes settled upon him, mahler felt a quailing in the core of him similar to that which he had felt with caiaphas.
her life. the lilac eyes blinked once; a show of shock for the otherwise impassive creature. his gaze inquired, adopting a lusterless interest that hardened as he considered who it might have been. "who did this?" came the man's rejoinder in a voice devoid of whatever passion he had felt moments before. 
but why had she left; why had she not returned to grimnismal where she might be protected? mahler did not understand, but remained filled with a wary hopefulness that wylla might finally reveal why she had departed.