Phantom Hollow ausbessern

the gargoyle's stare at last alighted upon a lick of raincloud against the empty arch of silent elvenwood. he was reminded of the vale in its courtly haunting as the contours of the stranger began to strengthen beneath his adjusting eyes. and the reality of the unknown figure was the angularity of hips and the cage of ribs.
the man came thus to stand nearer, noting emaciation and the dryfall of a pelt hued in delicate heather grey. a wisp of a woman, fading into the ghostly muted nature of the place. skimming her with a practiced healer's eye, mahler chanced a closer step. "frau," came the concerned notion of his voice, "how long have you been travelling alone?"