Phantom Hollow ausbessern

tears, falling from miriam's pretty eyes as she rested her delicate weight against him. a spectre of grief stirred in mahler. wylla filled his mind, and for a fierce, selfish, fervent moment, he wished it was she who curled warm against him now.
winterwind, raking teeth through his nape, reminding him of the storms to come and the snows that had already fallen. he pushed himself closer, as much to offer weary miriam warmth as to take from her what was necessary to satisfy his need for contact. starved for touch, he realized in that horrid, fracturing moment.
in some ways the woman's daughter reminded him starkly of phaedra, and then not at all. mahler felt sympathy rise to clutch at him. "only by continuing to live can ve hope to change their perceptions of us," he urged in a low tone, unsure if he truly believed it but wishing to soothe her all the same.