Noctisardor Bypass bedauert

her admission quirked his mouth, despite the rotten nature of all the thins he had ever perpetuated onto wylla. "so vas i," mahler said quietly. there was not room for more words now. he only allowed himself the bitedark image of what he might have found in the fox-hollow had he and phaedra had arrived a day later. or if they had never gone at all, keeping themselves to sagtannet until the end of their foray.
a stupid bear.
mahler was amused more than anything. wylla knew its severity; she knew pain and fever and the promise of death. yet she changed her path for nothing, striding stubborn and headlong into a storm. he knew he had introduced a good deal of pain to her life, and yet the core of wylla, it felt, would withstand even him.
in many ways, she did not need him.
mahler cleared his throat, indicated the meat that now neither of them had touched. "shall i bring something fresher?" the shadowpriest inquired, uncomfortable not with her, but with the conception that at any moment, he could step down too hard and fracture their moment into spiderwebbing. "it vould be against my prognosis to allow you not to eat, vylla," mahler added, mock severity wishing to lift their collective humour.