The Sentinels magic tumbled from her pretty little lips,

Starbuck, glad for the physical affection, leaned into each touch, her shoulders sloping incrementally in her contentment. Gladly I will do this, she said. What ails her? Her skills as a healer were not well developed, but with Deirdre guiding her, Starbuck was confident that they could care for this patient. The idea that she, too, could befriend this Larkspur was a happy one. Starbuck's tail set to wagging, and she smiled easily. I look forward to meeting her.