The Sentinels if tomorrow you won't be mine

Aria seemed just as devastated by their greeting as he did, and while Deirdre seemed immediately placated by their affection, it did not stop the nagging dredge of guilt that began to pluck away at his heart. Her devastation at their upset from the meeting had just been hard enough – how were they to explain that the home Deirdre worshiped and thrived upon was not a home they felt welcome within?
 
Before he could consider how to word this, Deirdre cast a keen glance between the two of them, and uttered something about a ‘special one.’ The joke and it’s meaning was quite lost upon him, but there was an implication that was not, and just like that, the dark Mayfair was flustered. “Ah.. what? I don’t.. What’s a ‘special one?’” He paused then, shaking his head – “Nevermind, no, it doesn’t matter, that’s not it, Deirdre.” Fumbling, his bright eyes glanced between both as he sought to balance himself once more. “We wanted to talk to you about when you’re older and you’re ready to lead We both know that you wish to be the safekeeper of Donnelaith and lead it. Both of us wish this for you, too.”