The Sentinels after delacroix

ITS A BIRD, ITS A PLANE!!

deirdre was relieved to feel his movement, to know he was alive, and she thanked the spirits and the gods of olde for their watchfulness o'er him, a man she had come to care for. her love for this one was not so great as 'twas for tachyon, but she adored him nonetheless; for he bantered with her, now and then, in french, and he was always kind and warm toward her. his smile was met with one of her own, a lovely expression even when her features were gaunter than they ever would be were times easy. he spoke, and she rose on wobbly legs to check him for bodily injuries.

your what, renoir? what ails you? she asked of him, all the while investigating his form with a gentle muzzle that poked and prodded to see if any of him moved in a way not proper. she had misunderstood him naming his sister for naming a body part upon him that was injured, and so it was this she sought.