Otter Creek trickle down the spine

silently the shadowpriest attended maegi and her outpouring, considering what had gone on in diaspora as the young leader spoke.
they all suffered, all found their way cracked or faltering in this new season of violent changes. but while this was a dismal truth, it would not help maegi to be told such.
mahler regarded her thoughtfully for a moment once the stream of words had ended, turning then his eyes upon the creek before them.
"vhen you are in the very midst of things, there are no platitudes to be had. no silver thing upon vich u might look and say 'at least i have this.'" 
his voice grew somber, soft. "it is hard then to see vhat you are doing right, maegi. i will tell you then vhat i see: a young voman who has accomplished just as much as i have in my longer years, and more. blackfeather still stands because of you."
"as for your children, i know the pain of losing young vones, and so i grieve vith you. it is a complete agony. but you have not done them a disservice by continuing."