Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

What softness remained to Wylla was reserved almost exclusively for her daughter. In the early days of her injury, she extended the same to Mahler, but already those edges were beginning to taper. It was no real fault of his, and no real fault of her own, either — she was simply so accustomed to the other shoe dropping when it came to him that being guarded before it happened was now second nature.

This, she was not even aware of, only the tension that always blossomed between them when one or the other pushed too far. She would never concede that Ingram could have had any hand in raising Praimfaya, but perhaps it was her mother's delusions that ruled her. Perhaps her brother had no room to teach his own ways. Ingram had always been selfless, loyal but not ambitious. Grateful for the life he had, and not the life he wished for. Better than her, by far.

Sure, said Wylla. She wasn't in fit hunting condition with her shoulder the way it was, but maybe he meant to treat her on their stroll. It was a nice thought, and far removed from any realization that she had stung once more. What were you thinking?