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Mahler greeted her with a good morning, although he managed to ruin any good will this might have put on Laurel in the next moment when he said that he could also show her how to mix it. Seems like your job to me, she said, a little snappily; clearly, the lack of sleep and being sucked dry by her children did not do her mood much good. She wasn't a herbalist and she had never mixed anything in her life.

Besides, she felt that asking her to learn about it meant that he was really saying I don't want to be here. He wanted to limit visits to her as much as he could, which made total sense to Laurel. Once upon a time she thought that perhaps Mahler could see some good inside of herself, some beauty, that even she could not see. Now, though, she realised that he saw her for what she was.

And we both know — It takes a special sort of wolf to love you despite all that you are, dearest.

The only mystery that she hadn't solved yet was why he kept trying to be civil to her and care for her. Was it purely out of guilt? She imagined that there was only so much putting up with someone like her that anyone could do out of guilt. She couldn't imagine that was the only reason. There had to be something else.