The Sentinels orchideous, the flower conjuring spell

Death was not something with which Emaleth was familiar; her life thus far had been lived only within the safety of Donnelaith, and such things were only part of stories. They did not penetrate their idyllic life, and it seemed that the dark child's way of coping with the upsets that had interrupted their lives was to simply pretend that they had never occurred— that they were stories, themselves. She could not understand her sister's misery, nor the strong feelings she seemed to hold for the grown-up that she did not know as well as the others.

"He will return, dear heart," she murmured, snout drawing near to the fur at her sister's cheek. Because how could he not!