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she had kept from him, and mahler had put it up to embarrassment that she had shed tears in his presence. laurel was not an individual who showed so much of herself. his mind swept sidelong to wylla, always, always; he pictured the curve of her mouth and the set of her jaw, and how hard, how hard her one sunglow eyes had been, biting into him goldspear.
and how even now he loved her for it, and even now he marvelled at her omniscience in his world, how each day his step felt heavier for he did not know where she had gone. and how he would not call her back, now.
i'm done. she had said more than this, but those words clutched into the back of his skull and he was helpless. 
a hesitant footfall, the doelike starting of laurel suddenly nearby. he had lifted his head at the first sound of her, and now found himself ashamed to exist slovenly. the shadowpriest came upright at once, a single wave of his tail greeting her sudden words.
thade. he wanted to comment back, and to agree, but precautions first. "it is good to see you laurel. however i am afraid that i must ask you to keep a distance from me. a spring cough," mahler assured, for that was all it had seemed. he was reminded of liri.
"thade's heart is alvays vhat leads him home," the gargoyle commented softly, bringing to mind of his boy and then of phaedra and then, inexorably, wylla.