The Sentinels shatter me

He could not unburden himself fully to his sister -- could not place that weight upon her also. Eilidh was but a shell of her former self, and the ebony wolf looked to her, worry evident in his features as he considered how he might be able to coax her back once more.
 
But as lost as she herself was also, his pale sister would always care -- that much was obvious in the way she questioned him now, and his muzzle tipped downward. "If he were still here, Eilidh, I fear I would still be lost -- Taltos, the way Deirdre speaks for him now -- he is not a man I knew, it seems. I think I lost that insight when I chose to explore the world.. and now I hate that I chose to do so."