Altar of Twilight andächtig

He was wrong; the possibility of Wylla removing herself from Sagtannet's helm had not once crossed Nyx' mind.

Confused, she scrutinised the gargoyle's announcement in her mind. Three had left them, but who? His coastal paramour, apparently, as the comment of "me and the children" suggested, unless he wished simply to avoid any sort of discussion with her about his fellow Eisen. The lioness supposed that was only fair, for she herself had been unwilling to explore the true depth of how Wylla made her feel.

Nyx wondered if his loyalty remark was a dig at her own, and how her devotion to herself and their children far outweighed what she'd come to hold for him. Sorrow was quick to replace the budding frustration in her and, sagging visibly, she followed quietly for a time as he turned his face from her and carried along the track just ahead of her.

"Mahler" she said, softer this time, in attempt to gather his attention to her once again. "I brought our daughters to Moonspear so that we could all be able to breathe again," for she'd spent too long suffocating beneath her crippling anxiety, her inability to find connections, her fear, "and I will let them return to you if that is what they want, but..." she paused, pursed her lips - hesitated.

"whatever has happened, I seems like you resent me for it."

Maybe you always did.