The Sentinels our godless mettle [m]

Ignoring the gore wasn't easy, but Eilidh managed to keep most thoughts of the darkness away from herself while she focused on her father and his injuries. She accepted his kiss with grace, turning her nose and lips to the blood on his body. Most of it wasn't his, thankfully, but there were still a few scrapes that would need to be dealt with. The medic turned her head toward Dante, feeling the iciness between the friends, and wondered what had transpired to make them so distant. Her gaze fell upon Tachyon as she turned, and with a quick smile, she let him know she felt as awkward as he did between the two leaders.