Sawtooth Spire gespenstisch

This wasn't about her, never about her, yet she felt the sting of his silence all the same.

Nyx had never asked after Mahler's relationship with Wylla and the pups they shared, so fearful she was of hearing the little Eisen's scorn against her on his tongue that she'd convinced herself she simply didn't care. Though the mother's heart ached for a missing child and the desperate situation his parents had found themselves in, it was obvious that no progress had been made in locating him; her asking after Wylla would do little but add insult to injury.

Anxious, the tawny Ostrega observed in silence as the wounded gargoyle turned from her - what are you thinking? - to shift focus entirely on their little daughters. Nyx, suddenly, felt as though she was an intruder in her own home. Was this what they were to become? Passing ships, void of any affection for one another? She'd never asked for him to love her, never made any demands that he play a role in her daughters' lives, yet Nyx couldn't quite shake the worry that his cold, wordless stare felt almost accusing. 

Exhaling softly, Nyx gathered herself to her paws. She slipped quietly into the cave and settled in the darkness where her demons could flourish, suddenly eager to be alone and leave Mahler to find some semblance joy in what they'd created together.