Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

wylla materialized before mahler, and for a moment he only took in the sight of her: lightly aglow with fresh health despite the fact that she would swiftly be able to leave this place. but mahler was not certain what might transpire once she had been among the wolves of rivenwood. suppose she hated it all? he could not ask her to stay, and had assured her that he would not.
"praimfaya has not come back. and calcifer has left, meaning to go out into the vorld and find his own vay." would it be of note for wylla to know, that, as he stood upon the precipice of full healing, the only remnants of sagtannet were now departed from her sight?
"praimfaya — she has left her children behind. sequoia has taken them on," he stopped, feeling as if he was rambling. 
"ciri has come home."
the bauble of it on his tongue like a thorn.
"i had not expected to see her alive again," mahler breathed, before sliding into an abbreviated account of the harsh snows in mid-winter and the destruction of moonspear that followed, with the few pieces he had gathered.