Redsand Canyon (M) The needle.

Aquene thought nothing amiss, not until the blunt question escaped, her eyes widening. “Uh… no, I’m not.” She clarified quickly in hopes to drop that topic, her nose wrinkling lightly at the question. “I’m just sore is all; I was sparring again yesterday.” She assumed the question came from the limp alone, not fully aware of the way his scent still lingered. She was aware of the idea that a woman might ‘walk funny’ the next day.
 
Besides, she had already spoken with Ruenna about the situation in full… including about Kallik. “Why do you ask?” She needed to know if she had already over-explained. The woman, she had come to realize, could always be relied on for an honest opinion. “And you didn’t answer my question… you called; is there something amiss? Do you need my expertise?” She reminded her of the topic at hand: Towhee, not Aquene.