The Sentinels returning in a way

Tall ears swiveled at one cautious approach; in an instant, all of her attention was re-routed. A stranger, a fellow. His cape was draped in the autumnal shade of turning leaves, while his unders looked as if some flame had came and went. He was — objectively, mind you — beautiful.

A second set of eyes were upon her before the first query had reached her ears. They belonged to a man that reminded her of her father. Something inside of her that had been held firmly at-attention softened. She trusted him, whether it was wise or otherwise.

She recalled the question.

No, she replied simply. Are you?