The Sentinels and witch hearts

she quieted completely as her father spoke in his glen-tongue, and settled for a moment. her fears wore her into exhaustion and her hunger was replaced by a tiredness that she could not escape, though still deirdre tried once more to mouth at his chest to find her sustenance. her mouth was filled with nothing but his chesthair and this was unappealing to her, though there was no way for her to spit it out immediately to her misfortune and chagrin alike; she moved her head to the earth and rest it there, the mixed shade of his furs gone from her at last so that now the youngest witch could rest awhile.