The Sentinels shatter me

It was not the syllable she spoke, but the broken voice in which spoke it that caused his heart to wilt. Eilidh pressed to him, and the Mayfair returned the embrace, his own nose burying itself to the back of her nape and in to her fur as he breathed her familiar scent. It was only a stolen moment – for his littermate would step away from him then, and she seemed just as lost as he had seen her only moments before.
 
“Have you eaten?” Concern laced his voice – she was not taking care of herself, but this was not what Lasher would have wanted.