Had Zavien asked, Lena could have easily launched into a lecture about alpinas, but when the inquiry only spun towards her injury, she wrinkled her nose slightly, mind going back to the incident. “Around 8 weeks or so. Wore a sling almost the whole time.” She shrugged again, though gave a Cheshire grin in response, using her fork to cut another piece of crab cake. “So you see why I’m an advocate for healing.” Quick, fast, and swift, with no need for suffering; even for the most minor.
Listening to Sol grumble, she gave another sly smile, pretending not to see or hear. The other inquiry caused her brow to arch, and she shook her head, counting back the years in her head. “No, well before. I was about sixteen.” In all those headstrong, rebellious, teenage feelings – or as close as Lena would’ve ever gotten to them in a traditional Stormbreak household. They’d worked out for her; with all that steadfast determination, no matter how cagey her parents might’ve been about the situation.
Intending to pinpoint notions back upon him, she gave another little smile after polishing off the last of her food; opting to wait for the main course before eating anymore. Placing her chin upon her hands, her warm gaze studied him from across the table. “When did you want to become a Dragoon?” She could see it being a childhood dream for those akin to the warrior type, craving to defend from an early age.
Listening to Sol grumble, she gave another sly smile, pretending not to see or hear. The other inquiry caused her brow to arch, and she shook her head, counting back the years in her head. “No, well before. I was about sixteen.” In all those headstrong, rebellious, teenage feelings – or as close as Lena would’ve ever gotten to them in a traditional Stormbreak household. They’d worked out for her; with all that steadfast determination, no matter how cagey her parents might’ve been about the situation.
Intending to pinpoint notions back upon him, she gave another little smile after polishing off the last of her food; opting to wait for the main course before eating anymore. Placing her chin upon her hands, her warm gaze studied him from across the table. “When did you want to become a Dragoon?” She could see it being a childhood dream for those akin to the warrior type, craving to defend from an early age.
Lena
