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

she remained silent, though lasher still glowered. idly she wondered if it was worth poking the simmering coals -- in her mind, he had certainly been rash -- heedless. any sorrier of an end she could not fathom -- what if the pirate's teeth had found him, or stolen him away? caiaphas had not fretted for blue willow, or lasher's children -- she was concerned only with herself in this situation and in her eyes she had nearly lost a comrade due to a stupid, brash decision.

but she said nothing, drawing to a halt as lasher looked upon her. the rancor in his expression was virile -- not unlike some heavy-handed riposte -- and it was enough to encourage caiaphas to keep her berating words to herself. your death would have given them victory -- boldness -- the seawitch thought, though clamped tight her tongue between needle-teeth. another sigh expelled from between her clenched jaws and at length she supplied an unsatisfying and inconclusive "fine."