The Sentinels moving in reverse with no way out

You get #100! :D <3 

The vaudevillian let her strong gaze soften as the shewolf gently received here — suddenly, Indie felt quite intrusive. It was clear, from the woman’s sadness and shakiness of breath, that these cinders were chantry for many [not just she] and it was something she intimately respected. Indie close to this cairn because she visited it often, but easily she understood that where she saw life, others saw death. 

So, the veiled woman loosened her shoulders, softened her facial features and found a more gentle carriage.

”I don’t,” she answered in a low, sooty timbre. A curious energy arose from the woman who seemed her opposite in every way; she was light where Indie was dark, solemn where Indie was dogmatic. Where Indie usually felt particularly insightful, she now found she could decipher nothing — but her achromatic cohort left the door wide open for her to learn more. ”But I have my theories.”