Sawtooth Spire unzureichend

again she pulled away, and mahler felt the severing of their once-beautied bond. it was his own fault, he knew; he held no ill will for phaedra nor her retiring attitude toward him. for a long moment his gaze remained enveloped by the satin-clad violets; he breathed in their scent, allowed for a single solitary moment to be transfixed.
"sollen wir jetzt nach hause gehen, schatzi?" he suggested, straightening up. this time, mahler did not make a move to touch her, only stepped lightly aside, looking down to see if she would gather some blooms or simply return to the rendezvous with him, soon thereafter to find wylla.