Silver Creek scorched earth erotica

What could they suggest? Already, they felt split, torn in two among the ranks of Spring - who had been a great friend to them - and yet Deirdre needed them too. "It is your blood, both," Rowan said softly, reaching up to nose along his jaw as if it might soothe him. "We have one another." She said softly, licking her lips anxiously. "Deirdre - she is left by her own." She said quietly. Would they turn away from her, let her suffer through a season that was tumultuous and rough? Would they go now all the way to the Sentinels to ease the worry and burden on the younger witch? 

A soft little voice - smaller than she'd intended - voiced her other thoughts. "Spring has her sister, has Heston, she would not need us..." Though it burned her to consider it, truthfully, what choice did they have? There was a need to tend to her, the same way she'd felt the need to protect Deirdre from the very start, and it burned her more than she liked to admit.