The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

there was no want to chastise rowan in lasher's gaze; he was merely relieved that she had not turned away from him. in answer to her silent inquiry, the druid settled himself to the earth alongside the woman. his eyes fell fixedly to the tiny green shoot, but he had no energies of his own to urge into the delicate little leaves, no strength of presence to speak to the plant, encourage it to grow.

"i must look quite undone," came the tones, rough despite their soft edging in glen-accent. a grim smile alighted on taltos' lips, then faded as he raised his swampwater eyes to rowan's own worried glance. "do not fear for me."