Whitefish River drachenfeuer

dragomir was unfortunately not distracted by his foolish talk of fish, but mahler did not miss the expression in the boy's eyes as he held the young gaze with his own. a blink, and his gaze traveled to aurëwen. could he ask her to leave them a moment? it was doubtful; the protective curve of her body was apparent. she was a mother with a wounded child; the motherdove would not let dragomir from her sight.
then again, mahler was a trusted individual, a visitor who had come a far way to see the little family. "aurëven," he murmured, turning his attention to her. "i am interested to know vhat vas used on dragomir's vounds. might you ask the healer to join me later, before i leave?" a low smile; he gathered dragomir back into his sights.
"vhen you are mended, vith the agreement of your mother, i vould like to bring you and your sister back to diaspora, for a visit." surely she would not resist such an arrangement; they would be safe beneath mahler's eye, and dragomir might regain a bit of the confidence that had been robbed from him after being removed from a secure environs.
but he was cunning, would play to aurëwen's role as the boy's mother, for her emotions surely ran high. mahler wanted to provide hope in the sunnier picture of a future in which dragomir was returned to himself, though even he doubted it would ever be so.