Nova Peak tränenfleck

it was not her task to go off and injure herself, but mahler saw the set of her jaw and was silent. there was nothing to be said; his fiery beloved could scorch all within her path when she felt as if her strength were questioned. including himself. wylla need prove nothing to him, but the gargoyle wondered if it was he she sought to impress, and not herself.
"no," mahler sighed in the next moment. there was nothing worthwhile in attempting to disprove his own educated guess; there would only be more pain and the shame of failure. 
and he felt the snivel of a wounded man in his head; lips thinned into a dismal line and he looked out toward the dripping grey horizon. "the voman who did this vas black as night. tall. colorless." a demon. "then there vas a skinny man vith grey fur, and a boy vith gold upon his back." 
mahler had no further details than this; secretly he hoped wylla might be impressed, even if it was silent. only then could he regain the bit of slight to himself that he had done with his admission he could, for the first time, not climb a mountain.