The Sentinels to rest in gardens and wake in crypts

Moved but unmoving, Lucani looked down at Deirdre in silence, watching her words play across her young face. The sun was shining in the girl's white fur, almost making it glitter. The birds, meanwhile, seemed to be here for Deirdre herself, who seemed so comfortable with them it was as if they were friends. What an extraordinary girl.

At the sheer sweetness of what was said next, Lucani could only smile. Yes, she purred. That sounds marvellous.