Firestone Hot Springs too hot to handle

He claimed that "exploring" was "pretty much the same thing he was doing," and Lane struggled to keep a small smirk hidden. Exploring? Is that what that was called? Because to Lane, it looked more like "lying on the ground like a log." But the man was being kind to her, which was more than she deserved given the circumstances, so Lane kept her sass to herself. 

Kaistleoki? It was the third pack name she had heard since arriving in these lands. The stranger claimed it was pretty great, and Lane wanted to know exactly why he thought that. She would have asked, but he was talking again. Lane didn't mind. She kinda liked listening to him talk in that friendly, easygoing way he had about him. 

He called her a pretty lady, pairing the compliment with a winning smile, and Lane's eyebrows flew up in surprise. No way-- her, a pretty lady? He was just messing with her now. "You have no idea what I look like!" she protested lightly, shaking her head. She was almost completely submerged, and he wouldn't be able to see any part of her but her eyes and the top of her head-- neither of which were particularly remarkable. Certainly not pretty. 

And yet.. Lane smiled despite herself. She had hated it when Hannibal had called her "lady," like she was some old person... but strangely, she didn't mind hearing it from Dorian. "I'm Lane," she returned simply.