Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

the medicine was finished and set down. mahler cleared his throat, and would have made for the colicky child, had not laurel addressed him. "good morning."
the man understood she did not wish to speak with him. the fact she had agreed to his medical visits was a marvel. "vould you like me to show you how to mix this?" he asked all the same, the implication, of course, that mahler was willing to train laurel for the sole purpose of the thrumming tension. 
the faster she learned the tinctures, the sooner he could leave her in the peace she wanted from his presence. it did not sit well with him that he had so angered and hurt her, and he felt certain in his assumption.