Iktome Plains with nothing to fear out here

The young pirates' smile warmed him - not that he needed to be any warmer in this heat.
Marisol was replying to his question, which he started on answering before being cut short.
Tundra's footsteps brushed across the ground, and Rowan could see her breeze towards them.
He grinned to her as well.

"You were taking foreverrr." He jested, his eyes sparkling like champagne in a golden chalice. 
Marisol answered the question, and he dipped his head to her, "I'm glad you're healing well, take it easy, I understand," he smiled as warmly as she had. He didn't want her to make a wrong move, or talk too long, and have to seek medical help again.
That would be harder in the wilderness.

"She finds it hard to talk, because of her injuries," he lifted his head to Tundra, always a soft smile gracing his features.