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iana offered so freely of herself that mahler felt half-compelled to ask her back to rivenwood, to take praimfaya's place as a proxy. he had served too long in this stead, and the idea that he was alone as graf once more if the young commander did not come back — it cut off the things that he had planned.
for now, he looked quietly and openly upon iana, wondering in a sort of desperation if he should tell her that his coughing had turned to blood.
instead, he described praimfaya, down to her height and her scars, talked of the son and daughter left back in rivenwood. and still mahler stubbornly knew that the woman would return; how could she not?
"you have done all that you are able, iana. now there is only to search."