The Sentinels i'm a foolish fragile spine

It is not long before he is found out and she has turned to face him, her attention split by her ears. He stares blankly a few seconds before it takes a shake of his head to refocus his attention. “Hello,” he says, voice low. He doesn’t really know what to do now that he has what he trailed after and so he glances around a bit awkwardly, noting a few more burnt trees in the background. “You know what happened here?” he asks with a point of his nose.