The Sentinels that you would be shaking right down to your soul

she willingly followed, a long ear cast forward in trepidation. he turned and it was then that the shocking mask of sorrow lasher bore hit her - she felt it full force, not unlike the sea's whipping gale. she had never seen such an emotion in such magnitude trouble lasher's features, and in turn, it troubled her.

she whipped back her head as he accused her, her teeth clashing in a sharp retort. "wrong -- i doubted the word of a stranger -- a stranger that very well could have killed you." she insisted hotly, feeling falsely accused despite the perfectly reasonable cause lasher had to feel doubted. "you went alone." she finished flatly, her gaze quieting from incensed to cold.