Phantom Hollow ausbessern

"certainly." it was the forest, clutching at him. clearing his throat, trudging over all that had gone on in favor of mannerliness and bedside manner, mahler settled nearby. not yet touching, but perhaps the tall breadth of hs body might provide some semblance of warmth to her rawboned frame.
"mahler, of rivenvood," the man answered. his gaze turned away from her, surveying the haunted place with a tight look. and he did not speak again, providing her with silence for the respite she had sought here.