Noctisardor Bypass lieblichkeit

She tried her damnedest, though, Wylla replied, settling back and fondly remembering every time her mother had pulled a prank on her or sang bawdily to scare away the fish when she and Ingram were trying to catch them. It occurred to her that her mother must be getting quite old now. She wondered how long Lusca would keep on kicking, and whether she should make the trip to visit before it was too late.

Thinking of that inevitably brought her back around to Mahler's illness and how she should not be dawdling here. Wylla sighed, growing somber. I will need to leave soon if I am to find someone who can help you before winter sets in, she said, letting her voice taper quietly at the end. If Mahler did not find some sort of treatment, would he even make it through the winter? The harsh weather wasn't going to help.

She didn't want to think about that.