Nova Peak wasserfarbe

mahler had little awareness of the silent missive wylla communicated to ciri. he had fallen back to a fitful doze, heavy crown laid against the floor of the cave. when his umber child had presumably drawn near, her small footfalls would wake him, and mahler lifted his scarred muzzle to regard the girl with a smile that tried to be more than itself, to draw away the fear she might feel upon seeing the healing wounds along his lip.
"es ist schön dich zu sehen, süßes löwenmädchen." the words fell guiltily from mahler; he blinked and straightened, refusing to let ciri see his wince. "tell me how you and your mother and sister have been." shame now, to allow this daughter close but live in worry that phaedra see him so.