The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

she could not hear it, she could not hear that he thought they’d hurt her. atka could not align herself with such a thought, and then, suddenly, she could. there were few lingering scents of another there, enough to not be over powered with blood and death. she thought of the stranger, loved, perhaps traveling home in this season. a season of birth and new life.

”see, there. dreven it’s right there.” she said, defeat and weariness clear on her body.

atka watched him as he stumbled, taking a few steps forward and pausing. she’d done what she’d could, dressed his wounds and medicated them to her best. time was the only answer that would come to them, and so far, his faltering and pain did not show promises.

”it is me. fear, because of me.” her head titled lowly to catch his blood-red eyes. ”i don’t imagine any died, while i was gone, dear.” 

she also knew the rest of his words were true, he had not let go of it. he had gotten lost in it. he was afraid, but dreven was also cruel and murderous in the face of it.