Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

mahler looked at laurel when her peevish tone sounded again. she did wear the tiredness of any new mother; it lay across her pretty features as a pall. and he had not seen her small looks of wonder or direct nature so long that he thought she might be beneath some malady of her own.
and that it might be his presence.
in front of him was a new-plucked leaf. mahler ladled his medicine into it and swallowed the tasteless bits still lodged beneath his tongue. "i began to vatch the other children here vhen they vere about a month old. i offer you the same: time to yourself, to sleep, to hunt, to vander, and assistance vith veaning."
when had they become so formal?
mahler's eyes traveled tentatively to her own. he was graf of rivenwood, but here, he was a subordinate to a watchful mother. "i vant to mend vhat has happened between us, laurel. please speak to me."