Nova Peak unkundig

a peculiar feeling, to hear her speak the name 'marigold' though elke only meant it in the manner of his teachings. mahler shook aside the grim thought and grinned at her. "very good." she had a quick mind and a head for the names of things, and he was deeply pleased by her interest in what he had taught himself to be an expert at.
"and vhere do you find marigold?" mahler asked his little snowflower, adjusting his position so that he might rise again. to limp before her tormented the man, but he refused to let his body atrophy in even a small way, and so pressed on with only a small grimace to evince his pain.