The Sentinels When it's all said and done

Her slate eyes watched him for signs of dissaproval, for perhaps she had been wrong. It didn't seem like a promising response. 

Tansea felt her shoulders sag the tiniest bit with relief, letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. He did not disapprove.

"It would seem so," the dryad agreed with a kind smile and wag of her tail. "Do you have a trade? Constantine mentioned that you were skilled in fighting."