“Of course,” she shook her head in return, with the same smile, savoring another sip of the water in order to maintain composure. In all regards, she wouldn’t want him to simply cease training because she could heal him – nor was he likely to see her constantly on the battlefield either; knowing her lack of prowess.
Cutting portions of her crab cake, she waited for the next round of sentiments, pushing past the other adornments easily. Those notions wouldn’t be taken to heart – she’d understood the realm of miscommunication in some comprehending measure, figuring he’d find a way to rectify the notions or they’d simply leave it behind. Her eyes flicked back to him at the announcement though, brow arching, mildly surprised. For all his efforts, especially as a Dragoon, and the way he bolted directly into the path of danger, Lena would’ve figured Zavien had acquired any number of broken bones in his past.
Taking a bite before she managed a response, and humming lightly at how wonderful the food was, she swallowed and gave a light laugh. “That’s impressive! I can’t say the same,” and here she felt a little foolish, but shrugged her shoulders. “First days as Caretaker were a bit wild, and I definitely didn’t account for some of the more dangerous aspects of the job.” But there were only a few scars here and there, burn marks from disgruntled dragons, a few mauled portions of skin on her arms and legs from incidental thrashings. “But they were good learning curves.” And she’d never blamed the sick or wounded creatures; opting instead, to alter the course of her actions and become a better healer.
Cutting portions of her crab cake, she waited for the next round of sentiments, pushing past the other adornments easily. Those notions wouldn’t be taken to heart – she’d understood the realm of miscommunication in some comprehending measure, figuring he’d find a way to rectify the notions or they’d simply leave it behind. Her eyes flicked back to him at the announcement though, brow arching, mildly surprised. For all his efforts, especially as a Dragoon, and the way he bolted directly into the path of danger, Lena would’ve figured Zavien had acquired any number of broken bones in his past.
Taking a bite before she managed a response, and humming lightly at how wonderful the food was, she swallowed and gave a light laugh. “That’s impressive! I can’t say the same,” and here she felt a little foolish, but shrugged her shoulders. “First days as Caretaker were a bit wild, and I definitely didn’t account for some of the more dangerous aspects of the job.” But there were only a few scars here and there, burn marks from disgruntled dragons, a few mauled portions of skin on her arms and legs from incidental thrashings. “But they were good learning curves.” And she’d never blamed the sick or wounded creatures; opting instead, to alter the course of her actions and become a better healer.
Lena
