Noctisardor Bypass teil eins

There was a moment of silence before Mahler pledged that he would make a plan. Laurel was not sure what it meant, but in that moment she felt that it was a promise of sorts. Paired with him moving forward, towards her, it was like a promise. Laurel forgot for the moment that he had wanted to keep his distance because of a cough. Seal the deal, then, dearest, was suggested in her head. She felt her heart pound in her chest as her body screamed for her to get out of there, but Mahler ceased his step abruptly as he regarded her. There was something else in his expression, then. It was as if she saw a glimpse of the warlord that he might have been in the past. The warlord that had taken this Bypass. The warlord who might just give her what she so desperately needed.

Mahler... she repeated, the word softer this time, with less tremble. Laurel moved towards him, intending to breach the distance between them and rest her head against his neck. She needed to ensure that he understood how grateful she was for everything he did for her, when nobody in her life had done such things for her.