The Sentinels kohtalo

reverently, deirdre lingered longer than most at the grave. even eilidh, the forests ghost, had gone from this place! her heart ached, a certainty gripping her as she had watched the pale waif depart the ritual, and yet she understood. emaleth had gone once, too; her disappointment worried deirdre, who wished her dark counterpart would never leave again. father, deirdre thought, her eyes boring into the grave, desperate for him to hear her: guide me! i do not wish to fail you... she could weep, her heart ached so deeply!

but the tones of sorrow filled the air, and deirdre remembered the meaningful look lotte had given to her. deirdre's eyes fell upon the handsome woman, and her subordinate's sadness consumed her--she let it wash over her in a slow, painful wave and swallowed her own misery, knowing well she ought to not grieve for herself. she moved toward the chocolate labhandair, moving to nose her gently. what ails you, mo bláth? it pained her, truly, to see her so!