Redsand Canyon pinyon

She had allowed herself time to recover, as much as she could in that moment… enough to pass as fine. She needed to be fine. She couldn’t help but view Mereo differently, like there would be judging gazes down her back so instead she tried to hold herself with the same genuine and friendly poise she normally carried.
 
It only half worked, and she knew it when the woman smiled hastily and her eyes searched her. The question came and she cleared her throat. “I am good, just sore. I was sparring yesterday.” She left it at that, though there was the way that her breath caught in her throat as she moved over. “Thank you so much for the pelts. They will help make things more comfortable for the soldiers while they are recuperating from injuries.” She never considered the fact that she’d likely need to treat Glaukos at some point… perhaps there was a way to use it as a learning experience for Malila. She did not feel comfortable being alone around him.
 
“I believe… you wanted a story as well, yes?” She was changing the subject, and she prayed the woman would ask no more of it as she had once promised to do.