Phoenix Maplewood entschlossen

so she had known him. this was a relief to mahler, but it was something he restrained harshly inside the tracing of his heart. he had not yet ascertained the girl's reason for being here. this was no return to sagtannet that he could see, merely a chance meeting.
or was it?
uneasy with the heavy new wariness that had come over him, mahler stepped aside, back along his path. muzzle in a gentle arc, inviting her closer. he did not yet answer, and when he did, it was a gruff, "vhy have you come here, praimfaya? vhat do you seek?"
cutting to the heart of the matter in a tone that was neither cruel nor friendly. she would find him more sparse with his emotions now, more assumptive of the other. 
a judgement he had passed himself beneath for the extent of his life.
treachery could be found even in the actions of those who had at last gleaned the graf's trust. takiyok. and it was her scorn, but also the offense of praimfaya which he wove now into a barrier. he had no reason to trust her, and more to disbelieve anything the ambitious girl said.
why had she come?