Sawtooth Spire All that you are is all that I'll ever need.

mahler too was transfixed by the tree, but moreso the little family that had gathered beneath it. he stood silent a moment, pensive — he considered something he had not before. in the next moment the gargoyle settled close, pawed at ciri, inviting her closer while he began to talk of trees again, a tentative contentment slipping over him.