Sawtooth Spire You took my hand and we pretended like I was your guy

wylla must be certain. mahler could not fault her for offering no immediate acceptance to his suggestion, and continued gamely on. he traveled the rise of her skull with his lips, brushed against the base of one ear. teasing now, though in it he tried to bring her respite.
"i do not see vhere i vould be happy to do this again." with nyx' brood close at hand, his time would be split again helping her tend them. not for the first time did he wish that all could be at harmony in one place upon sagtannet, but that was a reality he would not even suggest.
mahler hoped that would placate wylla, though he would have gone to great lengths if only to preserve whatever affection she bore for him.