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

deirdre listened to him, a sadness colouring the cracks in her heart his words created. so young, and to feel be unable to feel happiness...! deirdre knew he needed healing, and so she turned to him and hummed, you have merely forgotten, rannoch; but all things forgotten can be remembered, her tone was soft, light, but it did not carry merriment to mock his present state of misery. three days with him, she had--and if she was his smile but once, the smile of his heart rather than the vindictive smile of vengeance, she would embrace the victory!

he spoke of drowning, and deirdre continued to move. you are not drowning, now. you are merely treading in water, in your in-between of what you should do, and what you wish to do. soon you will swim again--you are surviving, but you are not yet living, and she would remind him how to do this! she would be the one to help him remember!

we are not much further, they had covered much ground, but there was still some more to cover.