Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

mahler felt an irritating lump in his throat. "he is survived by his children, who visit me from time to time." his voice was huskier than he meant it to be; he cleared it with a harrumphing noise and shook out his charcoal ruff.
"is there anyvhere that you recall, vylla?" his amethyst eyes shone. "a part of the hollow that you vould care to revisit?"
any of it, any of it, so long as it was not more upon stigmata. mahler did not want to break before her.