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it was good, this. he settled against phaedra and trained his eyes out over their nearest horizon. as always he was unsure of what to say and so opted, also always, to say nothing, lest the moment be perforated and burned ragged before he had a chance to enjoy it.
but eventually mahler found the words. he did not change his pose or shift, he only sighed in contentment. "are you happy up in sagtannet, phaedra? i mean — settled. fulfilled."
a heavy question for an introspective girl.
or perhaps it would have been for another who was not his eloquent daughter.