delphine
Delphine whirled to watch the knife implant itself into the wood, and quietly cursed. How close had he been to tossing it at her? His words drew her gaze, and hazel hues fixed on him, wide, innocent.
"Hope you won't need my help detoxing, then." She responded, tousling her hair to hide her discomfort, at the fact that knife was probably meant for her. "Good luck, Korbin. You'll probably need it." She turned, moving to the table to pluck up some herbs.
Tossing them into a pouch, she tossed the pouch to him, placing a table between herself and him, that stupid knife stuck in the wood. "Those'll help."
"Hope you won't need my help detoxing, then." She responded, tousling her hair to hide her discomfort, at the fact that knife was probably meant for her. "Good luck, Korbin. You'll probably need it." She turned, moving to the table to pluck up some herbs.
Tossing them into a pouch, she tossed the pouch to him, placing a table between herself and him, that stupid knife stuck in the wood. "Those'll help."
