Sleepy Fox Hollow brimming and broken and somehow

phaedra, of course, was correct, her words vividly striking. he thought of her, of sagtannet, of wylla, of thade, of nova. of the bracken forest, and finally the bypass. so many choices made that had not assured herself or her brother, or any of his children. until at last one had stopped coming home, one was lost, one was wounded, and now phaedra, crying.
the snowflower kept her grief private, mahler suspected; her sentiments were soft but damning, and the gargoyle sat in silence with them for a long moment. he did not know how best to respond, eschewing a sunny lie for a more grown view of examining their current situation.
"i do not know vhat vill happen this time, phaedra," mahler began quietly, carefully. "vhat i do know is that it is indeed different now. between all of us. better, even if — even if your mother and i — ve love vone another, but ve love you more."