Noctisardor Bypass But a painted face still cries

Etienne didn't know of the past of Mahler or Wylla. The woman had not liked him. Wouldn't she be chuffed to see him still around her son.

Etienne would not deign to know what Heda had told. It was not his place to ask. But he hoped she was beginning to heal.

He nodded and bent to lift the items again. Golden eyes taking in the pack lands as they walked. A small smile on his face at the quiet place.