Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

he supposed there was nothing more to be said on that front, and decided to leave it where it lay. he tilted his eye toward the sky, measuring the place of the sun. their stroll had not been long, and mahler might have walked with her more. 
but behind the medical reasoning that they should make an about-face, and return to the fern-cave; behind this there was a hurt pride, wounded only in the sort of lacerations wylla was able to deal.
suppose she now had more family in rivenwood than she realized. would this not soften her a little?
"could you eat?" the graf inquired delicately, though with a sidelong teasing look in wylla's direction.