Phoenix Maplewood lügnerisch

"vould it not be the same sort of craving?" he chuckled, moving forward so that he could be more easier seen. 
"i am mahler, of rivenvood. vintersbane and i have been long acquainted. i am their healer — and midvife."
perhaps he was mistaken. his eyes were ageing after all, a secret new development that he had kept to himself, and would until it became too great a thing to silence.
he turned half away, looking toward the bluebirds once more.