The Sentinels oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

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cotdangit lasher. anyone welcome, we have more frowny faces that need fixing...

The pale princess sits quietly with her tail curled around her paws, her white eyes closed and her ears flattened to her skull. She can't decide if she is sad or angry. Her fur doesn't bristle and her blood doesn't boil like it does when she's normally angry, but her throat doesn't burn with desperation and no tears fall from her icy eyes. She simply sits and thinks. About Lasher, about the children. Nothing specifically either.

For a moment, she contimplates waiting for the children to be born, killing Rowan, and caring for them herself. Lucani would surely have something to feed the children instead of milk. It could work-- they could be hers... 
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