The Sentinels to rest in gardens and wake in crypts

deirdre looked to lucani as the question came. he was sick--i could do nothing for it. there should have been something... a spell she had missed, a prayer she did not say. never again would deirdre dawdle, though truly deirdre was so present and persistent that none could say she did so now.

deirdre looked to the trees for a moment. she sucked in a breath as a wind played with her furs and she closed her eyes. he is still here, just not in body, she reminded herself with a sigh, but it is so different. i... she wished for the comforting touch of him, then. his wise words. she remembered how he had spoken of tachyon, and of the gods and the spirits, and her heart seized in her chest.