The Sentinels Eyes are windows to the soul

The girl turned to the sound of her voice, shaking her head with a cracked smile. Ghost could not see the way Solenya openly regarded the woman, now, her eyes roaming  over her checking for injuries, old and new. Was she born this way, or was the affliction in her eyes given to her out of malice or lack of care?

Her tail thumped once, the only indication her thoughts were on anything so negative. She hoped it was not the latter—the thought of possible pain and fear for the woman made her blood simmer with the want for justice.

Good, then. You and your companion are welcome to any of our resources. The Sanctum provides for us all, if you let it—if you let me, I would do what I can to help you should there be anything you need. Believe that of me, if anything else. If the girl had nothing to say, Solenya would give her more space.

She stood, then. Waiting.