The Sentinels honey and sulfur

wounded! he reeled from deidre's avoidance of him -- he would not press her, no. that would not do. but he missed fiercely her piping little voice, the lilt of her laughter, her constant questions -- he felt removed from the both of his witches, and mourned this daily. and he beheld the fear upon her face, and sensed the effort it took for deirdre to remain in his presence.

lasher wished to pull aside and let her alone, but peregrine's words reverberated in his mind, and he steeled himself. "would you like to walk with me, mo spiorad?"