Noctisardor Bypass wünschen

as fate would have it, laurel discovered mahler there. his lips were hued with the deep scarlet, which he tried valiantly to lap from his jaws before he was discovered. "the old cough goes on," he tried to jest but his voice was a croft of pain and rasping.
he at last pushed away from the tree, wiped his mouth, and stepped beyond laurel onto the path he had meant to seek. "i vas on my vay to find you," he said quietly. he wanted to look in her direction but did not yet want her to know the truth.
"how is abel?" mahler inquired after a moment, wishing anything that she would not ask after his health. he was not sure what he might say.