Sunbeam Lair my face will be painted in these white brick lines

mahler started, blinking in a stern surprise. "your body vill not be able to fight off infection if you are parched, alarian," and his voice was gently chiding. "i vill be back." with a last look at the cherub, mahler turned to depart the low cavern.
true to his word, the gargyole returned, an offering of moss threaded through with snowmelt held in his jaws. it would do well until he could stabilize alarian. "drink." healing could be done, yes, but not until the first step had been taken, and he watched closely to ensure the scarred seraphim did as he bid.