The Sentinels a skeleton whisper

She nodded at his proposal. It was a kind offer, the kind of thing she had always wanted. To live here among the trees - presumably forever - nearly took her breath away. There wasn't much of a breath within her to begin with. "I will do my best." Her voice was tired, breathy, like a sigh more than a statement; but it was a promise too. Lasher was saving her life in so many ways, the least she could do was replenish the stores from which she borrowed. 

Out of energy suddenly, Eigma sighed softly. She turned as if to walk back in to the small burrow that had been dug for her - something hasty but effective - and bowed her head to the kind leader. "I will.. Rest. Thank you again."