The Sentinels Too much sauce

Larkspur began to cry too, swept up in Deirdre's emotions and her own. It was all very overwhelming. But these were mostly tears of happiness and relief as she continued to press against the young witch. Only when urged to eat and drink was she reminded of her body's pressing needs. She drew back, gaze falling to the floor again. She hadn't realized the shell was full of fresh, clear water. She didn't need to be told twice. Larkspur dropped to the ground, lapping greedily, emptying the dish and then turning to begin nibbling on the rabbit Deirdre proffered her. As she drank and ate, her heart brimmed with even more affectionate gratitude for her friend.

Oblivious to the stranger seated just outside, Larkspur paused as soon as the harsh edge of her hunger and thirst was satiated and tipped her head back to gaze up at Deirdre. "Thank you, Deirdre," she said softly but with feeling, eyes still wet and glistening. "You saved my life." Skellige, Amayo and the other wolves of Blackrock Depths may not have harmed her physically (aside from the Leviathan throwing her to the ocean's mercy) but she had been more or less their victim and prisoner. By restoring her memories, Deirdre had freed Larkspur from their imperceptible prison.

Suddenly, Spur tensed when she remembered just how close they were to the bay still. She hated to ask even more from her best friend but suddenly she was pleading, "Deirdre, will you keep me safe? From them?" Spur's guileless blue eyes stared frightfully in the direction of the territory next door. "They tricked me. They..." There was a word for what they'd tried to do to her, though it took her a moment to procure it. "They brainwashed me, Deirdre," she said pitifully.