The Sentinels and i hope that kindness comes your way

with a slow breath tachyon shook his head, ridding himself of the ebbing remnants of sleep. he was aware he may have made her uncomfortable -- ashamed, he immediately looked towards the ground and considered how to remedy his lack of manners. onions -- he knew those -- stringent to the scent and eyes despite an unassuming outer shell of debris.

shouldering a slow yawn he stepped forward and placed his snout to the snow-ridden ground. "i know what they smell like, at least." he hung back, wondering if she knew where a patch was apt to grow -- after all, she was much more familiar with donnelaith's realm than he.