Redsand Canyon Parádeigma

The healing arts had been something taken for granted as every woman had trained in them. Healers were disposable where she came from, with the exception of a select few such as herself and her mother… but here, she was invaluable. There was a part of her that knew that, even prided herself on it secretly though she’d also chide herself for such vanity as to feel important. She offered a soft smile at his words. “I know… it just takes time… and to prove it, someone will have to be injured.” She could not finding herself to wish a fate. “A healer’s worst nightmare is needing to do their job and their dream is to be obsolete. It means a part of their family is injured.”
 
It was rather poetic, looking at it, and yet it was the truth. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, the smile on her maw reaching all the way to her eyes as he managed to cheer her up. “I recommend not. I don’t know what I would do having to get an escort from someone so grumpy while you’re recovering.” She offered back in a tease. Yes, she found she quite liked him, and was relieved to have finally found a friendly face within the soldiers.