Redsand Canyon Voithó

She found herself withdrawing quickly from him, a guarded look on her features as she breathed in and then slowly out, calming herself in that moment as she kept the comfortable distance, nodding at first to his question with no verbal answer, taking a moment to formulate her words.
 
“Yeah, I’m good.” She assured him softly once she had caught her breath. “Where did you learn how to fight?” She asked curiously. Arsenio was clearly a talented soldier, and she had known that from the moment she stepped foot in Mereo and met him, but she wondered where he had acquired these skills. He was good… not that she really expected any less.