Nova Peak Until I found a bruise on the other side

"i vould enjoy being rather static," mahler joked softly, unwitting that he had echoed her inner thought. "but i suppose each experience is something ve can add to the history of ourselves." he enjoyed their open conversation, leant into it. 
warm stoneflower glancing for the fireflame of her own. "i could eat," he suggested lightly, wishing to claim as much time for the both of them as he was able. there was something undefined and comfortable about it, something mahler had grown to realize he had needed, though never the words to utter such came to him.