The Sentinels a skeleton whisper

she spoke, and he listened with a gentle expression. there was no need for humility, no need to thank the druid for doing that which he felt was a humane gesture  -- he certainly hoped such would be extended to him in his time of need. "you are worthy of life," lasher said simply. donnelaith's ranks were filled - he sighed, that he could not bring eigma into the fold, but surely she would understand. "how do you intend to weather the coming storms?" he inquired, still concerned for her well-being, as she was not completely mended.