Sawtooth Spire It's only been about a couple of days

wylla was so very prickly, always, even moreso with the pregnancy dragging at her small frame. mahler felt as if he had come to love her even more deeply in spite of it. he turned his muzzle with a nod, attempting to cloak the bemusement that bumbled across his features. "vell then. i shall leave you to it."
despite her misgivings and his own reticence, the gargoyle could not help the affection that lingered in his gaze. "please know you may lie down in my den at any time." he did not think wylla would accept his offer, but wished to extend it all the same.