Arrow Lake shine on

he wanted to comment that it seemed they came from similar stories, but was unsure whether or not ruenna would take that as forward. her smile was a welcome sight, sweetening the resentment that had welled up from the depths of his heart during their dour talk. and, though mahler would not admit such a thing, he enjoyed the sound of his name in her welcoming voice.
"it is good to be well met with someone so easily," the gargoyle rumbled in answer, thinking of takiyok and their odd but comfortable bond. and although mahler had never cared to disentangle the emotions comprised that particular entwinement, he was grateful for it all the same. 
in the present, however, he was unsure of how to continue his conversation with ruenna. it was not a feeling of timidity that had arisen in the man, more a desire to turn their talk to lighter things. "it seems as though you vere a mediator to leaders before, ja? you have a good vay for it," mahler commented, turning his gaze from their path to glance at ruenna once more. a shyness entered his heart then; he cleared his throat and arched a brow self-deprecatingly before adding, "i myself have always vanted to be a midvife."
what would she think of that, he wondered. it was an unusual profession, and moreso for a man. but she had been only easy with him thus far, and in their sharing was a catharsis mahler realized had been sorely lacking in his existence.