Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

He spoke again, prompted by her sharp words. Said that he said the wrong things, not just to her but to everyone. Finally, she got some insight into his part of what had happened between them. It could not be fixed now, and she knew that, but it would always sting.

The root of everything was always selfishness, and so she felt that it was funny in some way that he said that he had been selfish as though that was a shameful offence. As though that was what he had done wrong. If anything, Laurel felt he was not selfish enough: choosing a life of pain and suffering holding on for this Wylla wolf. She'd come eventually, apparently, but at what cost? The respect of his own wolves for him. Living in longing and misery for the time it took her to come to him. If anything, it was his selflessness that had cost him. He'd learned the hard way that you cannot make everybody else happy all at once. Funny that he should learn it so late in his life.

Laurel was silent for a time, though the angry frown had fallen off her face now, replaced by contemplation. Companion, she repeated eventually. What does that mean? What... She frowned again, thoughtful, clearly guarded and afraid of what its answer would be, Are we? Am I to you? Laurel glanced back at Mahler, waiting with bated breath for his answer; it would determine so much. More than was fair to him. Even Iliksis was silent, now; perhaps also waiting with bated breath.