The Sunspire suchen

a woman. a cat. mahler thought of the last time he had seen anselm in such company: the discovery of the hungry child.
checking over the young man again, mahler sat back on his haunches. "i am glad to have found you.  vylla took sick and has not recovered. ilse is truly too small to leave, but i had to find you."
he cleared his throat. "can he be moved, etienne?"