Sleepy Fox Hollow Hang up my heart, let it air out

she was so stricken, mahler decided, caught in a desperate stasis between duty and affection. takiyok accepted his plans to further their lineage outside the territory, but her voice was hot, was scathing, upon the subject of other mothers to carry his young within diaspora.
she wanted, then, to be the only one.
a museful twist of his lips; he shook his head sharply. "i do not mean to fill diaspora vith ... i misspoke." in this moment, he was vulnerable, moreso than perhaps he had ever been; mahler drew a long breath and began again. "if there are children born here, i vant to be their father. and if you vant to be the sole mother in diaspora, then that is your right."  
he pondered how nyx, how ketzia, might accept such things. was it altogether fair? 
what he had told sarah was true: spreading his children across the teekon would absolve diaspora of the greatest labour when it came to supporting young mouths. therefore he must hold to his belief, hold to his agreement, not lose himself in the impending season and all its temptation.  
"how vill you stop the others?" he mused lightly, vaguely, not wanting to inspire more wrath from takiyok. for all he respected her, mahler feared too the volcanic depths he sensed in the winterwhite; he would do nothing to invite an explosion upon his head.