Sleepy Fox Hollow trübsinn

who was this woman who had come to diaspora? each time he spoke with zarya, she revealed some layer of herself that mahler found intriguing. he himself kept well-guarded against such advances, but it seemed the she-wolf needed only be prompted to speak. perhaps she had needed the companionship, he mused, but reminded himself that had it not been for his wounding, zarya would be no geist.
"ve are straightforvard here," mahler assured briskly. a lie if he had ever told one, for he had been embroiled in deception as of late. but she need not trouble herself so much — a flick of his plume and onward the general moved. "how is your pain now that you have rested a bit?"