The Sentinels your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

Had she had a glass of water, she may have been forced to do a spit-take. Instead, she simply choked on a breath of air when Deirdre spoke, coughing for a handful of seconds in disbelief. "Sorry--" she gasps, shaking her head. "Swallowed a bug," she covers quickly, smiling gingerly. Her ears fall slightly, and she answers the question vaguely. "I wish I could remember," she says swiftly, shrugging. "Have you dreamt lately, Deirdre?" she asks, turning the conversation on the pale witch.