The Sentinels circle of perversion

lasher bowed his head in faux reverence, though half a minute was rather long for a slavered-upon piece of bark. nevertheless, he held his tongue during the moment of silence, then met osprey's eyes as she turned them upon him. busy. of course she had been, and lasher was rather secretly intrigued to know if anything would come of her closeted-away days with dante, though of course this was not at all his place to inquire after.

"deirdre fears me after the incident with the she-wolf. she was there when i killed the beast. it seems to have affected her negatively." his brow furrowed. "have you any advice for me on this matter?"