Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

mahler was not prepared to feel rather scolded; he recovered with a small smile that veiled his earlier vulnerability. "i thought it pertinent that you know ciri has returned," he pointed out more somberly. "she knows you are here."
"i mean to tell you everything, vylla. from the things that affect us all to those only between us." 
she could not chastise him for that, surely;
mahler willed himself out of wounded emotion and gained a bit of his earlier confidence.
"vould you like to come out into the forest?"
stride out as a pair, so that those they passed at least held some manner of recognition. mahler would forge ahead with this new robust, bullish plan; to focus wylla in all ways considerable until he had come close to her first estimation of him.
he hardly remembered that man.
"on my arm," the gargoyle added dryly, a good providence sparkling him now with stoic humour. determined for his sake, for their own, to do well in every moment they might possibly share.