Sawtooth Spire But the bruises on your ego make you go wild, wild, wild

From stalwart Mahler, Wylla began to draw a tendril of strength. Just enough to remind her that accidentally causing them pain was still a lot better than doing it on purpose. Taking her life wouldn’t better theirs. It would only make things worse.

Eventually, she steeled herself enough to step away from him. The wind caught her fragile form and made it sway, but she maintained her footing and she found some resolve. She began to walk again, like nothing had transpired between them, but when she found a towpath leading down, she turned away from the cliffs, and her demeanour was more welcoming and less frigid than before.

She had nothing more to say, but her search for their son–and her vivid anger with his father–was at an end.

Can fade here or keep going!