The Sentinels honey and sulfur

she had answered all of his questions, and he had answered not a one! she moved toward his knee and looked up to him, her eyes placating, watering saucers. answer it! she begged of him, why can't we try to find him? why can we do nothing? this helpless feeling was one she detested, but so nightmarishly familiar to her! was this her destiny? to be a helpless witch? she was soft and supple and sweet but could she not be hard for those she loved? and yet fear gripped her shoulders, shook her where she stood: you know why! it wailed at her, and yet she would have him tell her. she would hear it from him that they were not victims of fates whim, or she did not know what she would do!