Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

her words found their mark. like wylla, laurel possessed the singular ability to harm mahler where it most dragged upon him. the man visibly winced, but recovered quickly, and nodded agreeably instead. if she wanted him to visit once a day with a different remedy each time, then this he would do.
"have you noticed any change in his condition?" the man asked carefully, quietly, facing forward as his jaws started to work once more, smoothing lumps and edges from the thick material.
perhaps laurel only wanted to keep him here and torment him for what had gone on between them. it was not something undeserved, mahler felt, and went on in quiet with his work, waiting for the woman's answer.