Noctisardor Bypass i've build a wall behind every step i've taken

It was strange, the way walking with him made her feel. Laurel had come to his borders filled with beautiful lies and a mask upon her face. Even though she had not dropped her guard nor her mask, it was as if it was easier now to hold it up. As if it did not cost her as much effort.

Mahler said something about goodness. That it wasn't enough. It was a bit deep for Laurel, and caused a twist in her gut as she thought about it. What even did being genuine bring? She couldn't be that; it would only make those around her sad.

Laurel remained silent for a moment to process what he said; his initial remark about being similar to her had put a smile on her face, but now she felt conflicted. She sniffed a nearby rock a little long, as if she'd found an interesting smell, even though there was nothing. Then she moved her head past the rock, leaving some hairs and saliva on the rock.

In the end, she just murmured a soft mm-mm in agreement and smiled warmly at Mahler.

Then she continued the patrol, feeling a little better than before; feeling good about spring, for the first time in a long while.

We can fade it here maybe?