The Sentinels Did I ask too much

Lucani retained a vague sort of smile, endeared and comfortable as she was, and listened to Osprey's words. She wasn't familiar with Roman or Greek names, but at the birds she said, ah yes, eyelids drooping. Bird names. Warm, comfortable, and really very ill, Lucani (who would never dream of doing this had she been healthy) began to drift off to sleep. Fireback and Warbler and the like, she murmured in sleepy conversation, eyes closed. She went quiet.