The Sentinels another day, another door

Eilidh's bark brought his attention from the sand and he gave a soft one in return, greeting her happily and attempting to shake some sand from his paws.  He could use a break anyway.

"I'm alright.  How're you doing?"  Their last conversation she had been rife with indecision and self-consciousness, and he hoped that some of that had been put to rest, though he couldn't be sure.  Thinking of that reminded him of his offer, and he suddenly hoped she wasn't here to take him up on it right now.  Nothing, honestly, sounded worse than a spar right now.  Except perhaps a scouting trip.