Nova Peak Trust your heart if the seas catch fire.

there it was, the breadth of it. mahler felt the barb of ice work itself into his breast; he drew a sigh, ending in a grunt as his own gaze gathered droplets of sorrow. a goodly part of the man wished to beg her to stay, for what surely this was what she wished to hear?
but he could offer her no more within sagtannet than he had already given, and without elke and ciri — how could he ask her to remain in a place that plagued, that brought tears? and how could he not wish openly that she remain, for fear of making nyx feel unwanted?
an indecorous, rocky place. mahler did not remove his lilac gaze from her own. for a long moment his jaw firmed as if to disallow nyx to take with her his beloved daughters. but ciri grieved, and elke — elke loved her mother dearly. the gargoyle then would make no last enmity between them, no sundering of a bridge cracked in grief. "i vill take you there," haunted, haunted, resigned, and consumed with a spiraling emptiness.