The Sentinels Time is of the essence

Blue chuckled at him and shook her head. I will be troubled anyway, husband and you know it. She chuckled again at the way he spoke to her shaking her head in delight. She had missed him more than she cared to admit. There was a slow burning ember there, soon she would need to stoke it too see where it lead. Perhaps she was merely growing complacent as she aged. She wasn't entirely sure.

Well then she sounds like a good fit. Does she prefer to be on the home fires or does she like the travel more than the home? My father was like that. He preferred the travel to the staying. It makes for a restless wolf. She is one of our son's love interests?