The Sentinels gayatri

she regarded him with a warm, inviting glance as her long legs drew her to his side, agreeing wordlessly to walk beside him.  though he was much larger than her she'd have no trouble keeping up; her long, coltish legs would make sure of that.  she listens to him, an ear drawing attention as her eyes draw across a twisted stub that had once been a tree, the shoreline,

his scars,

then quickly away.  lilia, she says in turn, i am.  they are my brothers.  i take it they liked you, since you still have your hide.