The Sentinels baby i... i wanna know, what you think, when you're alone

the question asked warranted a shy look from the exceptionally observant deirdre. she was an empath, and always wanted all to be well; she worried for those she loved, and counted aria among that number. the nuanced movements were all things she knew on a fundamental level on any countenance, and yet she understood the look implicitly upon the fine silver-eyed woman before her. things that were subtle to some were blatant to deirdre, who knew the look of fear in the eye of a bird to the fierce gaze of a protective doe with a fawn resting nearby. she looked away, nervous to have perhaps disappointed her friend.

but aria went on. her gaze moved back to aria who spoke of casmir now, and as she finished speaking, deirdre was still silent. subconsciously, deirdre had moved closer to aria. and she said nothing in turn, her gaze expectant and full of intrigue, hoping aria would go on, thinking, perhaps, aria would tell her the story. though unwittingly, deirdre goaded her, breathing the heavenly word: love? as i love my father? as i love you? was there a difference? of course aria loved casmir! as deirdre did!