Nova Peak unkundig

mahler could not hide the amusement that played along his scarred lips, nor the relief that filtered through him to see no lingering horror on elke's face. "i vould like that," he responded quietly. "vhat vould you bring?" he had taught her many names of plants upon their forays, or at least said them aloud. if she had retained his long-winded missives, mahler would be intrigued. he knew his own abilities to be quite semantic.
wylla had been close, tending him as was needed, but mahler saw here an opportunity for a new sort of bondmake with his child, one rooted in the skills he had kept close to his heart these many years.