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

"I know, I know," she murmurs softly, shaking her head. It's true, but if only he knew the half of it. His nose brushes against her fur gently, and she leans towards him slightly. "Thank you, Constantine--" she says, but pauses, her white gaze flicking towards him. "But what would you say to her? There is nothing to be said," she tells him, confused about what would possibly make the situation any different.