Noctisardor Bypass And emptiness is all you know.

thought she might.
he too, did not want to think of it.
during this recollection, mahler realized she did not mention nyx. 
so she had been apart from the both of them, nursed to health and tended by hunters. not a pack. wanderers. his mind skipped with a half-dozen assumptions before he tightened his control once more.
the stoneflower gaze had opened with regret and sorrow as ciri spoke.
"i am glad they found you."
"i vish —" and then no more; how dare mahler consider himself in relation to such.
the girl had grown into her mother's soft ways and elegant mien, the gold of her reminding the gargoyle with a reeling shock why they had been lionesses and cubs upon sagtannet.
instead, he would only move to kiss ciri's forehead, if she allowed, holding her for a moment.