Nova Peak If you must fight, fight with yourself and your thoughts in the night

mahler would remain as wylla had until she was gone from view. unless he followed, he would not see her again. the scents of sagtannet hung long and heavy in the air;
frigid wind burning at his musculature.
the wheeling of air overhead as he stared and stared at the place where she had last stood and recounted every one of her words to himself until it became a horrid mantra.
he hoped that thade would stay, but despite phaedra's overall reticence, had not her loyalty always been to her mother? he did not believe his pearl would reside here upon the peak without wylla. elke and ciri, upon the far mountain moonspear. mahler would keep his promise to them, but he would not remain there. his daughters and their mother deserved breaths of clean air unspoiled by the melancholy promise of a father who could not be with them.
a blink; a blur as eyes began to ache, and still mahler stayed as he was, a sentinel carved from the bone of sagtannet.