The Sentinels Too much sauce

She found comfort in the birdsong overhead and, slowly but surely, regulated her breathing and opened her eyes, sitting up somewhat again. Her face was still angled toward the floor and it was then that she noticed the various items scattered around her: bits of cold food, a throng of flower petals, a strange object that resembled a turtle shell and several other things. Spur's heart did a butterfly motion in her chest and she smiled quietly, knowing it was Deirdre who had brought her these gifts and who had looked after her while the magic did its work on her.

She wondered how long she had been asleep and how many days had passed in drudgery at the bay. But before Spur could dwell on it very long, Deirdre herself appeared. The golden youth immediately sprang at her pale companion, mindless of her weakness, and pressed her face into her neck. She then nuzzled her way up to the witch's cheek and sighed softly against the corner of her eye before drawing back to meet her familiar verdant gaze.

"It worked, Deirdre," Larkspur replied. "Your spell worked."