The Sentinels I don't hate you but I just want to save you.

Sorry for lagging on this! I've been struggling with Parvati muse.

There was a shift in the wind; no, a breath. What she might've considered to be a soft breeze was really a sigh, and it came from very close behind her — so the woman paused and looked around. She immediately noticed a puff of fog coalesced among the trees, but that didn't seem right. It took a moment before she drummed up the will to investigate. As she doubled back along her course she came upon the giant in the woods; he was ghostly, but reminded her of her own people to some extent. 

Parvati was immediately skeptical of him.
Hello, she called out to him, letting her voice carry her accent with it. Most of the time she hid it, not exactly desirous of any attention it might bring. One could never be too careful. Before he could reply she added, have I intruded? However, there was a smooth confidence in her voice, not an ounce of guilt even if she had crossed some invisible boundary