Redsand Canyon i won't go down your blushing bride

it is a thorn in her side, the way those living here see her injuries first. she is not some broken thing, cast here by chance. "that leg," she begins, "is fine." the witch had been able to attend to her hurts, and she much preferred the ivory woman to this one. 

"you're redundant," she comments plainly, expression remaining fixed as she glances down at him. it is driven in part by her ire, yes, but also a prod at the man; she wants to know if he's good at anything else besides what he claims to be, or if he remains some unimportant pawn that seeks only to run after donovan's follows when they manage to injure themselves.