Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

That heartstopping name; this tendered supplication; his mouth is on her mute throat and he wears her down with a press of lips to the bloodpetal of quivering life and from it he would know the unravelment of fright; the stumble of anguish within veins. Andraste wilts, gauze upon solider's shoulder—
for how would she love those little lives if again the sire of it all would not love the dam?
—thus veils the molten argents from stoneflower eyes, blush made a balefire that she has become dazed and so faraway within. Fear, too, of forgetting herself, this; but still the words ached upon red mouth sore with his nicking. The doubting of him and the dreading of such supposed deserving now come to pass this hour; discontentment, at the inkling such a consummation would be only of contract, of circumstance, rather than of—
for how could she again birth those again for he who may not at all be there?
—his damning status within that forged and formidable hold and for the lapse of a heartbeat she wishes to seethe, to swear unto the grave of that basilisk for e'er binding he before her to such condemnation! To slather this soul with such strife, chamber'd—!

And yet through it all Stormcloak's scarlet features remained hollowed, heavy-lashed; near impassive, as he was previous wont so designed. For the serpent's schemings Mahler may not look again upon her to see her womb had gentled, fingertip'd with rose; would not either know the feel of those fluttering hare-kicks, nor hunch golem o'er her crown to kiss each bairn's brow—
yet therein those shying eyes, a leap of faith through fright, all. 

Quiet; gaze aglimmer;
shivers out from the promised entombment of Mahler; wisping fragile admission:  "...  Ich hoffe ich verdiene es."  Him, and this; them, and what would be theirs. Fairylight is breathless and she is fraying and she should flit from here and from the fascination of him before he reaches for her—!