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they parted properly; he was overcome with a shame that demanded immediate solitude. but he kept still, unable to keep his gaze from observing her features.
wylla had a particular sense of control over her emotions that mahler did not possess. he became impassive. wylla was churlish and thorny, to a degree where he could hardly discern her actual feeling.
it was because of his fascination with her process that he had come to love her, and it was with no less adoration that he saw none of the briars there now.
he had always harbored a softness for the fierce she-wolf, and now it seemed she had grown unguarded in some degree with him as well.
it was a pain, then, to compose himself; mahler lifted his head, readjusted the cowl of resignation.
the gargoyle knew well he could disparage and break every one of his previous obligations for wylla's sake. it tempted him in sundry ways, but mahler had not ruled with a deceitful heart. he was a dutiful man, to a great fault.
and so he nodded. "yes." there would be no pretense between them as he had foolishly created with andraste; he had learned too late the price of that, exacting it from the desolate queen.