Phoenix Maplewood lügnerisch

as if upon cue, his own lingering cough returned. mahler put his head aside politely, the scent of the returned berries now rising around them both. "it is," he confirmed when he had finished, "but it is light enough, i found, to fill the mouth when vone is sick. i use cherry-bark for coughs, and vas recently introduced to honey for it as vell."
a gentle look, and the gargoyle began to scrape dirt over the mess. it would be a feast for ants and wasps very soon, and he did not wish to invite their pincers or stings so close. he regarded lane for a tight, appraising moment; she had emptied her stomach. the pinch of hunger to come might sicken her again, so violent could the experience be for one carrying young.
"believe it or not, i have enjoyed my time vith you, lane. but i vonder: vould you care for an escort home?" he did not know she had begun a journey; it remained to be seen if he would not have suggested the same with this knowledge.
duskfire, from them, had the nonsense to be both reachable and far. she had come this way on her own, but mahler saw the darkness falling now, and in his heart would not have left her to it, despite whatever clear capabilities the woman possesed.
"i could tell you about mountain-mint upon the vay?" he suggested, a smile cutting through the deepening grey.