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One ear flicked in Mahler’s direction at his words. “I admit I care not for the beauty of the world,” she said. “Only for its usefulness. Some love to look at a sunrise—I care only for the warmth it brings, and the light.” She paused in realization. “No, that is not true. I like trees. Forests and woods. And cold weather. Anything different, I do not notice. I suppose I like what I am used to.”