Noctisardor Bypass lieblichkeit

Sonnenwasser.

A little on the romantic side, thought Wylla when he explained what it meant. She wouldn't call their courtship romantic, though if one cut away all the burrs and snags, perhaps at its core it was. Those thoughts aside, she quite liked the sound of it, which was rare when it came to his language. That had to be a sign.

Sonnenwasser, she tested it out, tripping a little on the syllables. She'd get the hang of it, eventually. If nothing else, she would force herself to learn that word's pronunciation for his sake. She had never taken much of an interest in his words, and employing her troll of a daughter to teach her some of them had gone awry. The least she could do for him was this. Besides, Phaedra would like it a lot, I think.

Well, she went on, stretching and banishing some unkind thoughts on Sagtannet and Sawtooth, I'd sing for you, but I think a sick goose would put on a better performance, so I'll spare you. She knew she had to tell him that she needed to leave soon, but she didn't want to ruin the moment, so she let herself bask quietly in his aura. Who knew how much longer she would get to do this? No, you will save him, she told herself, but felt the beginnings of doubt in her stomach.