Arrow Lake bring it to your mouth, and pass beyond your lips

his duties had finally worn him down; mahler found himself weary, more prone to a lingering cough. and while he treated himself, knowing that it would pass, he kept away from aurëwen,, blodreina, and takiyok in the interim, unwilling to take the chance that he would infect them or their broods.
when day broke the third morning, mahler awoke fitfully to realize the fever had broken and passed. with a grunt of relief, the gargoyle hauled himself to his paws, and strode down to the lake to quench his thirst. it was not long before he was approached, tentatively; he lay his level gaze upon ingram and blinked once, waterdroplets falling from his chin.
"good day," came his greeting from a voice roughened by a sore throat.