The Sentinels Eyes are windows to the soul

Solenya was met with silence. 

There was no need to pressure the girl to speak—the offer stood regardless whether Ghost accepted or not. The lupine’s presence was no longer needed, that much was clear. The woman turned, then, her steps snapping debris underfoot as she took her leave.

When her ears swiveled, she caught a quiet stutter. Solenya turned to gaze behind her—but the girl had remained where she was, her lips sealed. Head tilting, she regarded the girl quietly, waiting once more. She would give the girl a million chances if that’s what it took for her to bloom open.