Whitebark Stream i'll take the sweat from your palms,

"blood."
his expression flickered into pain and regret, but mahler forced himself to linger in the mercy of iana's eyes.
"two veeks ago."
he did not think he needed to give further details. strife chased itself upon the field of his brow. "rivenvood and i are finally at peace." a lamentation in the self-deprecating smile he offered now.