Northstar Vale das gericht

she led him down beneath the earth to where heat rose in a transparent shimmer, filling him with a welcome warmth unheard of in these months. the winter pallor dissipated, and he passed beyond reach of her sentinels, until they were alone, fully and truly.
there rose in him then a sense of unsurety once more; she would want of him, and while he had yielded, had lusted before, mahler knew that his desires had now placed him into a precarious position. the warning he had received from the returned wylla rang, but he steeled himself against it. she was not involved with these things; there was no need for her to give tongue upon the choices he had made before she showed herself upon diasporan borders
returning from his distraction, his reverie, mahler blinked once at andraste's words, a startled sort. "vhy vould i not come back?" he inquired, muzzle tilting toward her — had he made so little of himself in her eyes?