The Sentinels Day by day

Kirain nodded thoughtfully. Not everyone is, and that's alright. Whatever makes you happy! That’s what life’s about, isn’t it? Thriving, finding joy in the small things.

Her silver gaze drifted to Sam, soft with quiet curiosity. She studied him for a moment before returning her attention to the herbs, handling each one with deliberate care. With practiced movements, she sorted and placed them in the cache, methodical in her approach. Once finished, she gave a small, content hum and leaned back slightly to admire her work.

They’d need more soon, but for now, their stores were in good shape. Closing the cache with a gentle nudge, she rose and stretched, then turned to face her companion fully.

Are you part of the Sanctum, or just visiting? she asked, head tilting slightly. I don’t think we ever clarified that—my apologies.