The Sentinels “hope” is the thing with feathers

velen followed the line of his silent companion's gaze. unlike the other, however, the stormrift boy did not think that this place can be mended. too many years had donnelaith laid desolate; if magick remained, deirdre would have told him of it, surely. there is nothing to do but play silent sentinel, as he was unwilling to turn away while a stranger lingered.
but neither was he willing to break the quiet with his voice. velen felt that he had spoken quite enough for the time being.