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

When asked to reflect on his it all felt, Rannoch paused for a moment. “It was.. Okay,” he decided after the pause. “It was a lot easier to walk on, but I still felt some pain in the middle of my shoulder.” His clarification was spoken thoughtfully and as he waited for her response, he offered a wag of his tail, hoping that this was better news than any other alternative.