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

deirdre noted the wince, and hummed to him, you must relax; slow strokes, she advised, observing him. he was tense, it was likely this that would bring him the most pain. as for his words of this being weird, deirdre smiled to him. it is only new to you--soon, it will not be so strange, this she knew for certain. its newness was likely what made things such a way for him, but she would have him become used to it, and confident enough to feel not so wary of the ocean in the future.