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but mahler did not want iana to leave. while he put things back into the place they had been before the shattering with wylla, the gargoyle felt his feeling truly unfair: the sensation of a man without friends, who found his comfort in the company of women he denied.
did he only make use of the duskfire woman, now? he would not be right to ask —
"if praimfaya does not come home," mahler began, slowly, "i eventually vill need another leader. in rivenvood. perhaps —"
he thought of wylla and how she might take offense to it, or that he laid too swift of plans for a future not guaranteed.
"vintersbane may not vish to spare you," mahler said aloud, more for himself than for her, and found he was too tangled to say the rest.