The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

sorry i messed up that tag, meant to get this rolling sooner! :,)

the concentration of the smell was thick here. blood, infection, him, and the rage she swore was heavy in the air. the agitation swelled just as the pity did. atka loved him, but had never been more enraged.

"oh, dreven." she croaked, slowly and hesitantly stepping up with a low head.

sunlit eyes flicker over him in worry as deep breaths short of crying racked her. had her delay and emotion meant his death? could she fix this?