Noctisardor Bypass geburtshilfe

"you are somevone for who i care very much, laurel, and alvays have. not as a — graf, nor only a healer."
not for the first time did he think that the renewal between he and wylla had only made things worse for his beloved.
but that melancholy was not something laurel must carry. "please," mahler said, clearing his throat. his tongue tasted of medicine. "let me go, laurel, before i misstep again. i care for you. let it be that."
he turned and stepped away again, but this time the gargoyle looked back. not with melancholy nor unrequited love, only a smooth blurred blend of many things upon his mouth and countenance.
mahler departed then.