The Sentinels an invocation

The wolves that fell silent she only passed her ashen gaze over. She was familiar and more comfortable with Renoir, but, it was not his judgement ultimately. She turned her attention fully to Lasher, holding her tongue for a moment. She was only just learning what she was, what she truly  was, but the questions just kept coming. She could not expect him to be the only guide to her life, but she was hopeful that he could do something. "I have traveled weeks." She admitted. "Not knowing my destination - drawn here, yes though nothing was vague." She admitted. "I don't expect you to trust me, to understand me - to accept me. But. Consider me. Consider our ties, if I could implore you to do so." She held none of the power but her own, and even that was at it's best uncertain.