The Sentinels In this burning house

one ear turned backward in the direction of reginae, wondering if she would like to interact with them in turn. not wanting to disclude her, deirdre glanced briefly to her and gestured toward her side with a smile. if deirdre had known her name, she would have introduced her to her favored friend, but reginae had not given her name when deirdre had told her own. her focus had been, appropriately, toward the situation she had been wary of... though deirdre did hope the other would introduce herself, now, to the benefit of all.

the breathy whisper on her ear caused deirdre to regard larkspur again. her heart throbbed briefly in her chest as she fret for larkspur. she knew the pain of absence, emaleth having drifted away from her for a time. missing, she breathed, worriedly. i will of course help! when was it you saw him last, and where? she looked to mordecai for a moment, so he might speak if he wished to, and then back to larkspur.