Sawtooth Spire i love only that which they defend

praimfaya does not linger, even without the heavy insistence of mahler's presence. there is nothing and no one to gather. she is alone once more and still believes herself righteous in her cause. she takes her leave of the spire, each shadowing step of mahler behind her grating upon her. another lash of a blade to her pride. she doesn't stop to look back, reminded of when she'd fled diaspora following blodreina's death. she leaves sagtannet behind, all the while sets to work putting her plan in motion. if she succeeds then at least she'll know they're safe even if the door remains forevermore closed between them.