Sawtooth Spire himmelssturz

"or you." it was a somber statement, for now mahler did wonder. but it was not to those dreaded things that his mind wandered. it was to nyx herself, who had let him know her in more ways than one but kept herself veiled these long years.
did she only desire motherhood? what else was within her heart?
but mahler shut the door upon that, at least for now. "do you have names chosen?" the gargoyle asked instead, wanting their interlude to be one of warmth, not prying.