Redsand Canyon Shuffle, shuffle Jab

Reyson did not know the names of the males who had stayed. He had not yet been privy to that information. Hadn't even had a proper tour as of yet, with all goings on.

Reyson had not smiled in sometime, if ever. No, he knew he had, with Renaud. Renaud could make him laugh so hard, his sides hurt, but that was a humor that was no more. He missed the golden kissed commander.
 
Reyson dipped his muzzle at her gentle turn down.  He shifted and settled to his rear, tail curling around his paws. She wanted a conversation, well he would try his best. He could be a conversationalist if the occasion called for it. Her next words did draw a smile from his maw, and a stirring in his chest that he hadn't felt in some time. His mother, bless her soul had been a healer. Though  he lost her to the brutish paws of the ones who raised him after that, he could remember her fondly. The smell of herbs and sickness, but it wasn't sickness eh carried, but healed. 

My mother Sanvi was a healer. That's a good trade. Not many have the aptitude for it. So was. He paused unsure if he wanted to share Renaud with anyone as of yet. He lay his ears to his skull and huffed quietly. So was one dear to my heart. 

He coughed and smoothed out his face and his emotions and blinked, the mask back in place. Knowing she longed for conversation, and though he wasn't sure quite what to say. He asked a question. All liked talking of themselves correct and their trades? Do you like it?