The Sentinels better to reign in hell

Rowan met Deirdre's eyes, her gaze lifting reluctantly from Lasher as he laid there. "We will return soon," She assured the gathered Mayfairs. She stood slowly, not wanting to pull herself away from Lasher although she did not want to. She gave the young woman a gentle nudge as she lead her away from her family and into the woods, tracking down some of the deeper roots - the ones that had been left untouched by the plague. It would not cure him entirely, but they could not know that. They could only do so much, even with their many strengths combined.