Redsand Canyon Whatever makes you happy

She thought he was too hard on himself at times. Her expression softened further on her features at his words, coated in honey as they always were. The words carefully stayed her tongue, threatening to slip but in a moment like this, she did not wish to spook him as she had when she had asked him previously about if he could grow to love her. She worried admitting such feelings would be to rash, and that he would slip away from her slowly should they be said too soon. So instead she would wait, holding onto them in her heart.
 
She saw his jaw tighten, the anger flare and she leaned against his side lightly as he spoke. “I know I am safe with you.” She assured him softly as she nuzzled lightly at his neck. “I fear it might not be as simple… but we can talk about such topics later, not now.” Despite wanting the ample caution to be evident, she did not wish to speak with him about such a grueling fate as what would happen the next time Dimitri crossed their path. She preferred to speak about the man as little as possible.
 
He was much like a child’s tale, meant to spook her into behaving… that is how she preferred to think of him even if it romanticized the fact that he posed a very real threat. He told her to be careful and she snorted softly. “Toxic when ingested.”  She clarified softly through the muffling of the flower. “As long as I do not swallow it, I will be fine.” It was only small amounts, and not for women such as Ruenna who were pregnant. “Chills are like a deep cold that settles into your body. It happens when infection is severe, or when one is hypothermic. A cold where no amount of warmth around you will warm you up.” She explained as she carefully collected a few more. It would be useful. “I have only seen a few cases, in my homeland. Soldiers returning from the war front with improper care of wounds… it helped ease their pain.”