Redsand Canyon Parádeigma

The man nodded his head, understanding what she meant. It was good that she had such an empathetic heart. It would mean a good deal when it came to her healing processes. Arsenio believed that if she had some fighting under her skillset, she’d be invaluable to all. It would be good for her to learn, perhaps when she had settled in and gotten confident in her status as aspiring medic.

You are in the best place for such things, Aquene. Soldiers love to get hurt. It is what they are best at.

It was said easily, but Arsenio was not joking. He knew that fighters were at a greater risk. He knew that another’s fangs could carry the same strength as his own. It was a difficult job, and there would always be injuries associated with work of that sort.

When she joked about having to be escorted by someone grumpier, the redstone man laughed loudly.

Ah, but it is more enjoyable to laugh when others are stonefaced. You try, here, he instructed to her with a nod.

Arsenio’s expression of mirth vanished in an instant. His glacial stare was hard and cold upon her face. The man looked as though he had never smiled a day in his life.