The Sentinels metanoia

his song finished, and he steadied his lungs as they expanded to drink in the air around him. he gave a grateful glance towards his company as she applauded him, a warmth reaching his soul in her cheering words.

she spoke of him singing just for her, and he let out a gentle chuckle. in a world without any worry, he might one day be able to fulfill her request.

but there was more to her than just far-off wishes. "you have keen eyes," he let out in a jest at her notice of his physical appearance. "i'm a practiced bard, but i also fancy myself as a teacher and mender." though he held basic knowledge of herbs and exterior injuries, he was a man aware that some wounds ran deeper than the flesh. "though my most noteworthy title is as a parent," he revealed, a role in which they both might relate.