Broken Boulder Heaven sent, hell proof

Liri feels a twinge of guilt seeing his summer eyes tighten with anger. She'd meant the quip in jest, to make light of her situation. The northron touches her nose to Kavik's chin with a small smile, hoping to make him happy once again.

At the mention of his aspirations, Liri nods. Without meaning to, the shy girl glances over his rather large and muscular build. She can definitely see Kavik being a Mercenary; subconciously, she gives a nod as if to say agreed.

"Well, I doubt I'll be much help at sparring," the pallid girl grimaces apologetically. Even before Kelina ruined her leg, she wasn't much of a fighter. 

"But I'm actually trying to earn my hunting trade too. I hunted in my tribe too," she says excitedly, secretly pleased that they have this in common. "I want to be a tracker. I'm not much for big game but I know a few tricks for smaller ones." 

Liri smiles with a quiet sense of pride. It's true, she can't exactly run a deer down but she can find them for others. Small game is another matter; she's had to become a clever trapper to get prey.

"I could help you hunt," she offers hopefully. The healer knows her giant is protective of her but she yearns to prove to him that she can do more than gather herbs. Liri wants not only his affection but his approval.