The Sentinels uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

Eilidh paused briefly at the touch, then returned Deirdre's nudge before moving from the tilled garden. Much like her sister saw her, Eilidh felt more like a ghost with each passing day, and didn't know how to return to her former self. Perhaps she never would. Perhaps she would waste away into nothing and join her father in the afterlife. Whatever happened, Eilidh would neither speed it along nor slow its progress. Deirdre's words cut through her thoughts and she paused, one paw outstretched, and finally nodded. Lead on. Her voice was a ghost as well, but within her eyes there was a spark of hope. Of life, of love, of everything she had once held dear. It was only a matter of time and persistence that would resurrect that part of her.