The Sentinels has claw marks on it

she'd forgotten he was beside her.

fresh panic flamed to life beneath her skin -- shame kindling the fire.

to have him see her like this. 

iaghe had always been so polite in her suffering. clenching it between her teeth so as not to ruin him too.

she stilled, turning back to andr with lowered gaze. of its own accord, her dark diadem moved in a slow shake -- as if even her body was confused.

something, her lips shaped the word though no sound was forthcoming. 

the glacial freeze of her gaze shuddered, eyes squeezing shut against the void that claimed her memory. 

if she'd been human, the bird would have squeezed her temples between her hands -- gripped her head against the sheer onslaught and exhaustion of the amnesia.

in the end, she chucked her temple against the ruddy he-wolf's shoulder. she met his gaze for but a heartbeat, attempting to communicate what would not flow past her lips. even as they attempted a feeble quirk to reassure him.

don't worry about me.