Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

laurel lashed him again, her words studded with a dozen thorns.
mahler listened, stiffness traveling the length of his hackles, but did not come undone before her.
confusion warred with the frustrating way that he and she seemed to tangle back onto themselves. 
when the lavender gaze lifted to her own, it was with finality. she pronounced him ignorant and he had no response. "i suppose i am."
the words ground with the raggedness she had bitten into him at last.
mahler rose. 
"i vill be back tomorrow, if you vill have me."
he did not know what he had said; what he had not said. he knew only that he had no idea, no conception. this new failing drove him into hiding. he wanted little more than to escape laurel's seething presence and reflect in a silent place all the words they had shared, until understanding came to him.