Noah pulled at his shirt, lifting it off the wound. The rock had gotten him good, but now that it was exposed he knew the pain was mostly coming from its contact with salt water. He had endured much worse. Phoebe moved toward him and he lifted the shirt a little further, trying to give her a better look at what had happened. "I slipped on that rock I was on." He took a sidestep toward her, glancing down at the dragon as he did so. He did not want to alarm the creature, but he trusted that this woman before him really was a healer. "It's not too bad, but that salty water stings. There's nothing like it in Halo." He said. He didn't know what would be better for her to look at the abrasion on his back, but he lowered himself to rest gently on his knees in the sand.
"Halo is my home. I was born there." He said, resting his hands on his thighs and leaning forward slightly. The still-wet shirt he lifted up stayed where he put it. "My parents never told me much about gods, and I was never interested enough to investigate." In truth, Noah had not done much learning outside of his skill set. He knew all there was to know about hunting in Halo, about surviving and supporting others. There was not much time to dedicate to much else when it was your responsibility to help keep the inhabitants of the winter hellscape alive.
He cleared his throat some, "Do you, uh, know a lot about the gods?" He didn't know what else to ask, but he was surely intrigued. Of all that she could have said, bringing up a god of sex, passion, and procreation was not what the man expected. "Is that why you have your dragon?" He looked over his shoulder, trying to see better at what the woman may be attempting to do with his wound.
Phoebe
