The Sentinels oh, son, you sold your everlasting soul to the devil

Deirdre drank deep of the water Starbuck brought, a promising sign. She would have to pace Deirdre, too much at once could undo all of their work. And not only did the girl need water, but she needed rest and food. Rest, my dear, she cooed. When you wake, there will be more, and there will be food. She pressed a chaste kiss to her friend's brow.

While Deirdre slept, Starbuck could hunt. She would leave more soaked moss for when Deirdre woke up and, if luck were on her side, blueberries. Starbuck had yet to seek out more of the berries Lucienne had shown her, but they would fill Deirdre's stomach and rehydrate her.