Sunbeam Lair my face will be painted in these white brick lines

while mahler could appreciate alarian's intentions, the healer within the brute is put out by the cherub's self-isolation. was he to wither and die here, then? drawing up alongside the slighter wolf, mahler reached to inspect alarian's scent, gathering the sickly-sweet tang of illness underlaid with the threat of fever. 
"how long have you been sick?" the musiker inquired, direct as he settled into his role as traveling doktor. "and vhen is the last time you drank vater?" dehydration was the true danger in sicknesses; a weakened creature rife with thirst could not fight a malady half as well as one who was better tended.