Bramblepoint countless

Urthemiel...patron of caregivers. He smiled a little. That fits well, he stated. Do you choose your patron? East asked. It seemed that way, seeing as hers fit so well, but maybe she was a healer because of her patron. 

He was lost in his guilt for a few moments, not really hearing her reply at first. But then it was as if he could feel her eyes on him, and he turned to find Eleni staring up at him. The look on her face made his heart beat erratic in his chest, and the guilt was soon forgotten. He raised an eyebrow at her, a smile raising one side of his lips. Do you need something, he asked, his tone teasing.