The Sentinels metanoia

She, in light of all of her training, could not help but feel that there was some potential yet unlocked by one who was so naturally gifted, physically. She envied him for his build and would have wanted the same look for herself if she could have had any hand in her own design. But no matter how much training she had done, and how well she kept herself fed, she would never grow any taller or broader through her structure. She mourned for his lost potential as a guardian and warrior, trades seemingly so far down on his list of aspirations that they were omitted entirely. 

Instead, he was a healer and a mentor. Gentle-folk, she thought, and not the kind who might ever willingly give up the arts for combat. He might not even have to try too hard, she thought- he might shake the boldness from some wolves simply with his shadow. But she was distracted from her thoughts of what could have been when he mentioned his masterpiece- something that caused her eyebrows to raise in surprise. 

A smile pulled to her lips. "You have children?" She asked, rhetorically, hoping he might elaborate on his own.