Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

He doesn’t notice too much when his voice becomes soft. Sometimes it just happens, though as the female nods curtly to him he isn’t surprised that’s all she gives him. The male isn’t sure what else he wants from her, a thank you or something. Truthfully, he couldn’t care less if she thanked him. She’s still his partner and therefore will put his life into he life for her.

So he hums back in acknowledgment at her description of the situation. Though at her poor imitation of the word the silvery warrior used he chuckles and glances at her as they walk. “I see. Well next time, call me yeah?” He says lowly with an exhale of breath through his nose. “You’re not bad, but you can’t let anger cloud your thoughts. Maybe we can train sometime again when you’re not so fucked up.” He offers the spar on a later date. He feels like she’s done enough fighting for one day.

As they walk they finally come across a shallow stream.