Redsand Canyon She's betting on science

The process she goes through, he’s not all too familiar with it. For he’s not the best healer he knows. His mother taught him the very basics and he forgot most of it. Though he does find it interesting. Hues dancing along her smooth facial features, a sickly blue of the moonlight and the dark crimson of the blood contrasting perfectly. Then as if the moment couldn’t get better, she speaks. Her velvety once drifts into his auds and he points them towards her. Her words Hold a promise, one he likes. Both options sounds good to him. 

Yet even as her oddly colored gaze meets his own, he cannot look away. His smile grows and his own lids are half mast. “I don’t think I’d mind that too much, Dove.” He hums, voice deep, rumbling.