The Sentinels I'm a little turned around

deirdre leaned into her brothers embrace, feeling warmed by his words, but also fretful. she admitted to him, they know i am no leader, yet. it is likely doe did not wish to displease her leader--perhaps she thought she has done something wrong in asking for aid, now, and as she looked to doe, she felt her anxiety, and also felt that constantine might understand the logic behind the thought. right and wrong between a tentative alliance still being built was difficult to know; but he was right, too--she should have. you are right, of course--i should have spoken with them, and i will when we return. aria had departed them, and deirdre herself only glanced to see her go. her brothers glower was not missed, and she moved to kiss his brow. easy, brother. how we approach this is how we will be received, she advised, though not in a manner that was condescending by any means. her tone was loving and worried both--she had felt the tension, and wished to be rid of it by the time they arrived. he had seen the gentle doe, did she seem like a woman made to wage war upon donnelaith? she knew that hate begot hate, and aggression begot aggression. she loved constantine so!

doe's quivering voice came, and deirdre smiled warmly; she knew the man she spoke of, and so she nodded. deirdre moved to the others side--she could sense the other was not well, with the way she swayed, to offer her support. do you need a moment? she asked softly, not wishing the other to injure herself.