Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

He did not know. 

Good, she mused. He did not have to.

And so Mahler reached for her, moving to touch her likely out of pity, but she drank deep this tender display as though she'd never experienced such a gesture. Nyx would let him be close to her, be kind to her, for in her yearning for connection with another she could not allow such an opportunity to slip away.

"Nature can be cruel," she said softly, solemnly, "to give such blessings then rob us of them before we have the chance to appreciate them." Her words felt heavy, though were not untrue; she could've enjoyed her children, had the timing been right.

​Yellow eyes fluttered closed and she pressed her smooth forehead to the General's strong neck, savouring a rare moment where she could allow herself to be vulnerable.