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mahler supposed her question should have been expected, but it caught the man off-guard. he tipped a wry smile to ainhoa, adjusting the arrangement of his forelegs. "soon. very soon." she plied him with another inquiry, and this time mahler could not hide the blink of surprise.
he did not feel the same toward wintersbane as he had with stigmata. the shadowpriest knew surely this must be a normal occurrence, but beneath ainhoa's gentle tones, he felt the rise of an inner scrutiny. "perhaps vone day," came his slow and careful answer. "he is a good man, vintersbane."