Sleepy Fox Hollow but a part of me knows I'm growing too old

two winters had passed since he had seen this man. argent had grown into himself. mahler had aged.
the pair was indeed young, healthy in a way that too ticked a box inside his mental cataloguing. he was not too old to fight, but was too old to mend, he felt. but he did not think argent had come for his home.
"it is good to see you again," mahler said gruffly, stepping to wylla's side with a brush of his shoulder that confirmed her rulership whatever her title. "and it is good to see you vell, argent."