Sawtooth Spire mürrisch

never!

mahler blinked as the voice of the golden woman rose on the wind. across the field she was, the growing figures of their small daughters with her. 
for a moment he did not approach, for he had been distant from her also. some misguided fairness; if wylla should blame him so heavily for his lapses, then he would give her no credit to her claims by stealing away. his nights were spent out-of-doors, listening for any tread that might announce thade's return, or the presence of a skulking child-stealer.
presently, mahler roused himself and headed toward the trio, warming as he took in elke and ciri. a pointed blink toward the latter, and then he turned toward nyx. "vould you be opposed to a bit of company?" he inquired, stoic though with a mild tease to edges of it. 
it was a beautiful day spent together then, and one mahler would recall in the darker times to come.