Redsand Canyon where habits have teeth and the words carry knives

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Even now, she was a walking medical mystery and Aquene was ecstatic to have her around. “That is pretty fuckin’ wild. Это так интересно... и слегка тревожно.” The Russian slipped from her tongue at the very end, the strange language having been long since repressed from her vocabulary, but slipping out in moments like these when she was full of awe and wonder. For a moment, a pang of guilt and sadness touched her heart knowing how much her mother would enjoy these answers.
 
Still, she was snapped from her own thoughts when the woman asked about the end of their spar, a sheepish and shy grin on her features. “Yeah… I was just, pretty taken aback by it.” She admitted finally after a few seconds pause to let her embarrassment die down. “I’m very new to fighting… I haven’t quite mastered the whole ‘blocking strange things out of my head during a fight’ aspect yet…”