Sawtooth Spire erbärmlich

"yes, exactly," mahler grunted, pleased by his little daughter's swift, inquisitive mind. there would be time for nuance later, he supposed; she had grasped the premise of what he meant to say and that was well enough for him. the young animal soon decamped toward a shelter against the man and his curious spawn; mahler hid a smile at her theatrical pout. "i am sure you vill see him another time. maybe then sieger's —" for the gargoyle's aged mind had only just clicked into awareness "— antlers vill be much larger. he vill be very proud of them."
he wondered what sort of hobbies she might yet entertain, and paused a moment before asking, "do you know vhat a doctor is, phaedra?" mahler had never made any secret of his varied pharmics and their knowledge, but now he wondered if in his pawmarks he might lead a second healer to the fore.