Nova Peak schädigen

the salt had dried by the time that wylla found him. the cheeriness of her voice jarred mahler from his grim dissociations, and he pulled his lavender gaze to look upon her pretty sharpwit face. the edge of his jawline twitched in response; the gargoyle pushed himself upright and blinked.
how could she not know?
but the ever-present machinations of logic began: given their historic distance, wylla might not have noticed the departure of nyx and her daughters,
their daughters —
his vision blurred suddenly; mahler lifted his chin, cleared his throat. "nyx has left sagtannet. gone vith elke and ciri to live at moonspear." a credit to him that his voice remained steady; a spark of pride that he was able to keep from looking at her. words hung like carcasses in a lean-to, freezing in the wintertide of mahler's tone. 
he knew if he saw but a hint of anything resembling pleasure in wylla's gaze at this moment, he might very well depart sagtannet himself, unable to be bound furthermore by bitterness to their new claim.