Swiftcurrent Creek rattling your ground

This wasn’t the easy going girl he had talked to says before, it seemed—hell, had they ruined her already?

His eyes roved over her—not yet privy to the true reasons of her discomfort, and taking a tentative step forward. Did you… want me to see if Arlette is available? She’s our healer. If you’re not feeling well…? Another skim of his gaze.

She seemed to want to be alone—and he would respect that. Just be careful in the creek. Sometimes, the current catches you by surprise… Especially after a storm like we just had. His tone was a soft rumble—his gaze drifting from her to once more look the direction she had come, as if trying to determine the quirkiness of this scenario.