The Sentinels the world moves on without a sound

as he shifted around, deirdre grumped as any child might when they themselves were utterly comfortable. she only presumed he had been as comfortable as she herself had been; no one ever had told her differently, but she was quite aware of others. she enabled him to groom her as for the time since the incident she had allowed no other; she frequently shirked from touch, remembering the painful cuff she had taken and when seeing with her eyes felt that this was perpetually coming to her again. but it was not at present, and she was too tired to think or do or run, so she only sniffled tiredly and relented. deirdre looked very much like natures child, twigs and flowerbeds as well as burrs and thorns knotted in her furs. she could not sleep throughout the process, but neither could she watch, fearful she might see any other face.