Nova Peak Mouth full of gum,

The tension bled out of her jaw and her muscles slackened. The suspicion, however, lingered. Maybe Asra didn't have any current designs on Mahler, but how long before the man decided that she deserved children and made a contract with her and fought Wylla tooth and nail for her "right" to bear his young? He had yet to express any true remorse for how his contract with Nyx had harmed her, only prideful self-deprecation, giving Wylla no reason to believe that he would not repeat it.

Something hot and dangerous licked at her throat when Asra posed her question. No, she said, firm. She wasn't certain the rift between her and Mahler could ever be bridged without substantial effort on his part, and she sincerely doubted he would go so far. Lazy. He only ever took the easy way, and held her in contempt for wanting more than that.

Swallowing acid, Wylla said in a gritted voice, welcome to Sagtannet, before turning as if to leave Asra alone. Only time would tell if her fears continued to be founded or not, and until then, she felt uncomfortable in the woman's presence. Another Nyx come to haunt her? She could only wait and see, and knew if that came to pass, she would not remain to see his next batch of contractual children born.