Noctisardor Bypass ich muss dir sagen

Yes.

Wylla let go the breath that burned behind her breastbone. She was so ready for him to say no, as she had to him twice before on account of poor timing. This certainly counted, she thought. If Mahler was indeed on his deathbed, and if she could find no cure, then surely their binding was more cruel ... No. She would find a cure. Besides, there would be no other love in Wylla's life, regardless if he was her mate or not, so making it official was its own kind of closure.

She leaned into Mahler's affections with an ease not often present between them. Like Mahler, Wylla felt like love renewed, like the many barbs between them were lifted away, leaving only what had been present all along but wielded clumsily by the pair of them. She arched into his touch and rubbed the side of her face against his sturdy chest with a purling growl, willing away the knowledge that several months before it had been fuller.

Mind, body, soul — Wylla was all Mahler's for tonight. She placed heated nips along his collar, with a happy whisking of her tail and flash of something suggestive in her yellow eye. For now and always, she was his, of course, but for tonight without distraction. Tomorrow, her search would begin, and she prayed to all the loveless and leering gods of the world that somewhere out there was a healer who could help him, or a witch who could save him, even at her expense.