Arrow Lake Birds don't fly, they soar

fade w ur next post? i'm so excited she's coming to diaspora!

had he known just how perceptive this woman was, he might have sought to veil himself more closely in her presence. as it was, mahler gathered himself up.
to her utterance of his name he leveled her with a long emotionless look, unsure of how to feel. only a short time ago he had been seeking her death, and now he was preparing to bring her into the gates. 
such was this agonizing evolution, mahler decided, and let the cold planes of his face soften with a slight warmth that thawed him toward zarya. 
"i vill go and find something for you," the general stated. "please rest." where else would she go, he supposed.
stepping away, he favored her with a single last glance along one broad shoulder —
— what was he doing?
— and set off into the relieving familiarity of the land he still knew so well.