The Sentinels Too much sauce

it was larkspur who sprang at her, but deirdre did not withdraw. the warmth of the others words tickled her earlobe, and deirdre could have wept--no, she did weep! her eyes were wet with tears as happiness, utter happiness, engulfed her. larkspur! she celebrated her spells success in the breathless word that was her beloved friends name. she stood as a scaffold to her friend should her limbs feel weak from hunger and thirst, both.

you remember? she breathed into the others shoulder, before withdrawing to look to her. yes, yes, it was true recognition--and she had said her name with the love she fondly remembered and yearned for! oh! you must drink, larkspur, and eat--there is a stream nearby, but within that shell there is some water... and this rabbit, its fresh, she looked to it, and back to her friend, her eyes still wet with joy-filled tears!