Noctisardor Bypass [m] can you shatter my mirror to see outside myself

he had been preoccupied.
medicines and children and tending and wylla, always, wylla, there, riding along the back of his shoulders, where brain met stem and he would not let her go from this place.
he would surrender nothing about her.
in his jaws, more green things to bring to speedy and malila at the pharmacy.
they dropped, suddenly, as the man's head rose.
the saccharine glint of seasonal secrecy drifting in a flagrant openness through his noctisardor. he came away at once, unable to halt the designs it had upon him; he emerged into laurel's presence, hungry and shocked by his own ravening.
"laurel,"  voice stiff, heavy flat muscles tensing beneath his rich coat as he drew his eyes across her auburn frame.
"you should go outside the borders now," as he had said with sequoia.
but unlike the wild girl, laurel was a woman, already made mother, and it showed in the curvature of her hips from which he could scarcely shake his gaze.
delirious. this was a dangerous game.