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

"How did it make me feel?" she asks, her ears pricking with interest. "Warm, happy, kind of stupid," she admitted, thinking back to the evening they shared in the snow together. She glances to Deirdre curiously. "Why? Do you think you've found your own?" she asks with interest, smiling. Renoir crosses through her mind, and she worries for a moment, but she forces herself to think of Osprey and Dante's boy instead. He was old enough to have made a lasting impression, surely.