Noctisardor Bypass morgenstern

"you vill," he assured her, swiftly as he was able. mahler did not attempt to smile, for it would not be genuine. but his gaze lifted somewhat. wylla was not cruel. it was mahler, always the barb between them. this issue would be fixed with the work of both of them, he must trust it.
"i am going to finish my valkabout," the man decided softly, beginning to gather himself. he reached to brush her shoulder with a steadying touch, more for his own emptiness than anything, and then turned away.