The Sentinels alphonsine

she had been hidden here, within the briars and out of others reach. she had wept so much her font was dry and she could cry no more. in her exhaustion she simply slumbered, though the sleep was poor. deirdre was inconsolable. she rest limply on the earth, her ear rotating as she heard the sound of sobs. selflessly she withdrew herself from her hiding place and went to seek out the one in misery, and she found renoir in no time at all. a quiet sigh was all she emitted, before she drew nearer to him. perhaps she would be of comfort to him. perhaps she needed another to grieve with, to be able to do or understand or know or see. and so she slid to her belly, letting out a low whine only so that he would know she was there.