The Sentinels A long journey

deirdre had recovered from her own incident, though her head still ached. she had been cared for and tended to, and again would resume both her responsibility and her calling. when summoned she moved swiftly, having recently ingested medicines to ease the pounding at her temples. the wounds she had received were healing perfectly and would not scar, but at present her flawless features bore the mark of bear claws across her cheek.

castiel, she spoke warmly when arriving, her eyes moving to aria before falling to the unkempt and injured man beside him. she assumed they were from his travels, but wished to know for certain. her gaze was inquisitive upon the man decorated in knotted fur, but she remained silent. she hoped the other, or castiel himself, would tell her what had happened to him.