Sawtooth Spire how do you title a swarm of thoughts

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astraeus soon pulled away from mahler's examination, stumbling away weakly before his young limbs folded beneath his tottering body. dismayed, the doktor swept forward to pass his muzzle across the small figure. "ve must get you home," he grunted. 
was it only grief that had planted its dire seed in the young heart, or a true illness? was there more to it than the injury of flesh? mahler could not know the pain of losing his mother; her face had long grown muzzy in his heart and in his mind. and he had lost the eyes of his father.
he pondered the way that such engagement might shape astraeus, even as he parted heavy jaws to carry the boy as best he was able back to wylla's densite.