The Sentinels go síoraí

she felt him stiffen, and deirdre looked to him, wounded and worried both. when he spoke, her ears cupped around the words, and deirdre looked to his eyes with compassion and with pain. i would hear you speak, first, if you would, deirdre admitted to him, i do not judge you--though i do not understand. i know i am young, though she grew older every day, but i do not wish to be ignorant. deirdre loved him so, and loved him fiercely. it mattered not what casmir thought of him, not to her, who loved both her brothers in a way that none could cut down or take from her.