The Sentinels our battles they may find us, no choice may ours to be

her chin wobbled, though no more tears emerged from the duct that would allow them their exit. it was only shock that had accosted her, nothing else, and at his gentle tones deirdre was again a pliant and trusting thing. his expression struck deirdre as incredibly sweet, and the babe stepped toward him to press her nose against his own. wordlessly, she had accepted his apology without even knowing he had apologized at all. to those she loved most her heart might always be so big and gracious, though she did not know it. his whine was met with an investigatory look at where the whistling sound came, and her head cocked fully as she looked at him, perplexed by the sound and unaware of the meaning.