The Sentinels it's too late to rupaulogize

Eilidh watched her brother warily, wondering what he hoped to gain from his display of subordination. Her emerald gaze was chilly as she watched him paw at the air in front of her, an ear flicking back to indicate her annoyance. Whatever he was trying to do, the trick wasn't working. She would have laughed if she knew what he was thinking; Eilidh was not a cruel creature, but some things weren't so easily forgiven.

Then something changed in his demeanor, and she watched in sad horror as her brother huddled on the ground and cried. Literally cried. The medic apprentice watched in silent trepidation, wondering what she should do. There was little point in being angry with him when he felt so god-awful, but he surely wasn't feeling bad about being mean to her. Casmir didn't have to say it, but he was feeling sorry for himself, for losing the one thing he loved more than his own skin - Behati. Eilidh had never seen the attraction between the two, but then again she didn't understand much about love.

After a moment, she sighed and stepped toward him, not forgiving her brother for what he'd done and said to her, but at least knowing he didn't need her coldness in this moment. Cas, stop crying. It's going to be okay... She didn't know that for sure, but she had to try to make him feel better. She pressed her nose against his forehead, hoping he would calm down with the gentle licks she placed there.