The Sentinels Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

lasher closed his eyes as rowan swept her lips along his ruff. it was not often that he was touched, save for a nudge from his son or kiss from one of his daughters. blue willow was gone; his features tightened perceptibly with pain, but he shook his head. "no. tell me of your thoughts. i welcome the distraction they will bring." of he could not be a leader, he would fit himself into the role of mentor, and silently he willed rowan to heed. 

there was a worshipfulness in her voice that caused the druid to open his eyes and appraise the woman with a sharpened gaze, the haunted expression dying away momentarily. "they were not mine to give," he murmured gently. "the spirits guided you here, rowan. i am merely your teacher."