The Sentinels if you are so very mighty

it was not five moments before blue willow rose and ran off into the brush; lasher followed closely, worry furrowing his brow as her stomach thrust its contents into the underbrush. she lay still after, wrung of strength, and a small sound of trepidation stole from his lips as she voiced her own sound. was it illness? why would they be punished so now?

and then she spoke, and the worry cleared from his features, swiftly replaced by a radiant mingling of surprise and joy. "willow" he exclaimed, curling his body 'round hers. "and you came all this way? you must rest!"

children. siblings for their first mayfair brood. he smiled.