The Sentinels in the land of gods and monsters, i was an angel

deirdre grinned at his kiss, unabashed by it and ever receptive to the adoration of her siblings. she would have responded in kind were it not for the fact that her priority first was to see that his wound was healing well. and once she saw just that, she nodded. it looks so much better, and the relief was not at all hidden from her dulcet tones as she looked upon him to embrace him in a wolfish hug. he looked very much like their father, and yet she knew this was constantine--her relief in him being here with she and eilidh was palpable, and exuded in the gesture. her family were her pillars, and they kept her upright.

she withdrew to look at him, and then looked around the forest. do you have any dreams, brother? dreams you could achieve?