The Sentinels shatter me

Her answer did little to instill any confidence in the wolf. His fiery eyes laced over her with concern, his form still as he considered her question to him. He felt she was pressing the subject from herself to him – and while he gathered she did not wish to discuss her feelings with him just yet, he would not fully let the conversation stray away. “Worried about you,” he admitted, his tone growing quieter.
 
And yet, with that point made, the Mayfair dipped his head slightly, releasing a soft sigh. “And lost, Eilidh. I feel lost,” he confessed in that moment, a frown storming across his features.