The Sentinels oh, son, you sold your everlasting soul to the devil

her friend was beside her in what was surely only a moments time, and deirdre heard the other, though it took a moment for her to understand. dehydration did this to her, and she squinted upward at starbuck. the woman was an angel from above, really, the way the light haloed around her pretty head, and deirdre smiled a little dizzily, despite the situation at hand. you need not fear for me, spoke lashers daughter, foolishly selfless, even at the risk of her own self. but she wanted starbuck to feel at ease. i only need to rest a while, is all. and water, her dry tongue indicated that much, but deirdre did not know that she needed more than a couple of sips to chase this sickness away.