The Sentinels beauty means the scent of roses, and then the death of roses

His ears flattened in turn to what Deirdre had to offer and his frown only deepened. He didn’t even know how to see the situation positively when his whole being ached so deep in longing for his former home. “I... “ He trailed in midst of this suffering, looking to his crutch for emotional support in his time of pain. “I don’t even know how to think positively anymore.” His voice was quiet and raw.

“All I feel is like I did during my baptism-- drowning.” Despite him being stably on dry land.