The Tangle breathe

alarian. mahler reined himself back, a warhorse champing at the bit of his own emotions. "a lot has changed since ve last spoke." the briny reek of rusalka clung to the younger man. "and now ve appear to be enemies." 
wylla was leaving
he backed some steps, signalling to alarian the calling-off of his attack. the fight gone out of him, and the boy's face too known for the spirit to strike.