Noctisardor Bypass no one fights for me

the howl that rose over the sprawling forests of rivenwood was not one that mahler had expected. 
smothering a cough, the gargoyle approached with heavy, resolute steps. sequoia was there now, and he was thankful for the woman. 
not having heard their words, mahler drew closer, all his attention laid upon praimfaya — at her scarring and reduced nature, eyes flickering between relief and worry.
"have you returned to us, commander?"