The Sentinels another day, another door

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Dante cleared his throat and Eilidh watched him carefully, noting the way he seemed to do so without thinking. Even as he spoke about the crabs someone told him about, the healer apprentice listened to the way his throat formed around the words, and knew there was something wrong. She stood from her perch in the sand and moved closer to him. "May I?" she asked softly, before planting her ear right on his chest. She listened to him breathe for a moment before finally realizing what was wrong: his breathing was labored. She pulled back to study his face for a moment before she asked, "How long have you had trouble breathing?"

All thoughts of crabs and buried treasure flew from her mind; now she thought about helping Dante, a wolf more like her uncle than any wolf who might ever truly carry that title. Her emerald eyes studied him, his face, the way he held himself, and wondered. But before she could wonder any more or concoct a remedy, she needed to know how long he'd been having this issue, and what he thought might have caused it.