Phantom Hollow ausbessern

it was as if miriam's heart was a draught overturned. mahler listened, jaw tensing as at last the heatherlight woman gave the reason for the great tension between she and the girl born to her. "i do not think anyvone could know how to be prepared for such a moment," the shadowpriest said softly.
her tears melting warmly through his pelt, and the answering tug of grief in his own chest.
"it is hard not to place all of the blame upon your own heart," mahler went on gruffly, "especially vhen you are lonely." he looked upon her with a wondering gaze, for he was not an individual who proclaimed platitudes. and it was not what she needed in this moment, the man felt; and yet his pragmatism rendered him far too cold to be so available.
"who provides you support, in your pack?" the gargoyle asked softly, for she had not spoken of a father nor of a husband.
they spoke for some time, and mahler chose such moment to accompany her in the direction of neverwinter if she so chose.