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

her sulky distance charmed lasher; soon the anger of their previous conversation dissipated. while the hurt remained, lurking for the pointed strike of a vulnerable moment, the druid had regained some small taste of his former good humour. his eyes came to rest upon the seawitch -- if she allowed him, he would lean forward and press his lips against her dark cheek but for a moment.

"perhaps i hold what you think of me in high esteem, and that is why what you said affected me so," the man admitted, his eyes finding the horizon for a long moment before he looked to the high priestess again.