The Sentinels all hope in eclipse

Chaos reigned. Bodies convened and fretted about Lasher's prone form, and yet Eilidh stood still, watching as her beloved father, her Papa, stirred and then lay still to move no more. Her heart, turned brittle from her brush with heartbreak, cracked and shattered, sending disbelief and anguish coursing through her entire body. Eilidh fell to her stomach with a swift movement, a whoosh of air leaving her in that moment. Sand nestled between her toes, beneath her belly and arms, wormed its way into her very breath. Eilidh closed her eyes and breathed in the salty, seaweed scent of the ocean, and tuned out the world around her.

Words and deeds of others were ignored. In her mind's eye, the only bright spots were her sisters and brother, and distantly, Tachyon. Pain still pinched whenever she thought of him, but somehow, someway, she hoped to mend their rift. Perhaps not now, perhaps not ever, but it was her dearest hope. Now that her father was dead, and her mother gone, that left Eilidh and Constantine in charge of the family. Eilidh, golden child, opened her eyes to search out her siblings, and found two of them nearby, with the dark witch gone. Eilidh's stomach lurched at the thought, but knew she was around somewhere. Emaleth would not leave them.

We should bury him. Her words were soft, quiet, and yet carried the strength of the Mayfairs within her veins. She looked to Deirdre, who had been closest to him, and then to Constantine, awaiting their opinions.