The Sentinels cemetery and sundown

peregrine's touch was a welcome balm, and lasher lingered in the shadow of it for a moment before he found the panther's eyes. "i believe it." he murmured, though he did not; he only wished fervently that he could find faith within himself that he would see the man again. these days, lasher had little stock in anything, let alone that the sun would rise again o'er the horizon over yet another day of bare land.

he wanted to make some admission to peregrine, some assurance of his love, but found not the words. a howling summons for @Eilidh, @Lucani, and @Deirdre emanated from his throat; he felt the tremble of a cough there but fought against it until the sound had floated out over the skeletal trees, and he was able to dissolve into another fit of the hoarse hacking, one that lasted longer this time and shamed him further.