Redsand Canyon I could let you have it

Yet another similarity in their pasts. It made him wonder how she had become so caring and skilled while he was a ball of muscle, anger, and self loathing. The age at which they were alone probably had something to do with it. And the fact that even before he was on his own, he had suffered the violent loss of his mother didn't help. Still, he couldn't help but feel inadequate in her presence. She radiated warm, peaceful energy, and his energy was probably quite the opposite. 

She offered her time if he ever had questions, another kindness he didn't deserve. I appreciate that, he answered. He may not feel he deserved her time, but he certainly wouldn't turn the offer down. 

A smile threatened to play on his face ad she told him of how she liked to talk to herself but most of the humor remained only in the softening of his gaze. 

Let me do something for you in return, he added. It was the only way he would not feel like a complete piece of shit. I could escort you to get herbs outside of the canyon or spar with you or anything else you want. She had more than earned it.