Arrow Lake verdunkeln

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he expected nothing more from takiyok than the somber acceptance of her burden, yet he suspected she was uncomfortable, tired, and sick from time to time. however, mahler did not want to insult the woman by pointing out these things, for she would have shared them with him had she wished it. takiyok, like himself, was a proud creature and he would honour that with his silence upon the matter.
"i am vell. these days i patrol more, so i am tired more often. but i am content." unbidden, his mind began to wander to thoughts of stigmata, and how he related to this situation. did he truly care for takiyok, or was it a gentle affection of necessity between them, something conducive to rearing children together if not romantic in nature? it was not his affair, and yet he could not help himself.
"i too am ready to meet your children," the gargoyle murmured instead, sweeping a warm gaze toward his companion. the children of diaspora — their claim truly solidified with the birth.