The Sentinels yet dawn is ever the hope of men

He studied her, noted the emotion thick in her words and expressions; he had missed her more than he'd realized. The barest hints of a smile tugged at his lips as she halted over Casmir's name and corrected herself. It faded quickly. East, He told her, not sure of much beyond that. His familiarity with the land was, for now, rather limited.
I... met someone, It was the best way he could think to put it, argent gaze following his sister's across the landscape. Phocion was more than just someone, but how could he explain the significance of the priest within his life? We were traveling together, but something... happened, and now I don't know where he is. He paused a moment, eyes turning on her with his own curiosity behind them. Where did you go?