Arrow Lake all these in-betweens that bar my youth

pleased that the children of diaspora attended him so readily, mahler passed his muzzle over the boy, seeking the renewed strength in the little invalid. "i vas vorried for some time that you vould not join the others," the gargoyle muttered conversationally. he saw no reason to use insipid baby's talk with young ones, and what was more, he understood the weight of his current words would, for the moment, not hold gravity for trench.
and so he saw no reason to curb himself, unless ketzia should arrive.  "you taught me a great deal more than i knew," the shadow went on. "i had little knowledge of poultices, and now — up!" he chuckled, offering his forearm for the boy to clamber over if he so chose.