The Sentinels Stargazer

Swordfish listened, fighting the urge to protest. To say that he was not an admirable thing. In fact, he could not really fathom the reason why he did it. Maybe something in his heart saw the look in Lestan’s eyes and remembered when he himself had been so desperate for help. So unable to ask. Some things hadn’t changed, of course. Swordfish was not the type to ask for help, even facing the brink of death.

Medic work. That’s- That’s tough. Dunno that I could do somethin’ like that, he confessed to her in a soft voice.

Bridget’s warning to look after himself was met with an unspeakable expression. Swordfish lifted his eyes to her and looked at the flame-touched face with a sense of loss. Some things he just didn’t know how to do. So he nodded. He nodded because he had no reason to argue with this nice woman who had given him a sense of sanity amid a sea of chaos.

Alright… I got a big fish here somewhere, he sniffed at the areas where he believed he’d left a cache.

How long ya been at Brecheliant? What’s that name mean?