The Sentinels castle on a cloud

deirdre laughed at his panting words, her heart filled with such joy! in knowing he was tired, she slowed; the forest woodnymph knew she would not be captured by any, here, unless she willed it so. deirdre wanted to bolster his confidence, make him feel strong and renewed--his loss of this small game would not aid in her endeavor, and so deirdre's own gait altered. they could rest, and speak more, if he wished it--or simply sleep on a portion of her forests dappled floor, where his wet furs could be warmed by the few traces of sunlight that penetrated her wood in this area alone.