Firestone Hot Springs behind closed eyes

I'm going to write a fade for this so that we can close up and use it for trade claims. Thanks for joining!

Oh, for fuck's sake. The man had taken the bait and rolled with her change of subject, and yet the conversation still ended up back on these gods of his. Lane stared for a long moment, trying to absorb what he was oh-so-casually telling her about fucking blood sacrifice. She quickly averted her gaze, realizing that she had stared a little to long. 

He then delivered what sounded like an apology. 

"Nah, you're good, I was just wondering," Lane reassured him quickly-- perhaps too quickly. He seemed to be truly regretful that he might have offended her, and now Lane herself was also being a bit more careful not to offend him. You know, in case he got the idea he wanted to make a blood sacrifice or something. Granted, the man seemed like he was a great medic. Knowledgeable, attentive, caring... but Lane was really having a hard time moving past the blood sacrifice thing. 

"Sure," she agreed to the treatment plan, again very quickly. She practically flew over to the pool, relieved to put some space between herself and Vein. She would follow his instructions for now, continuing to make small talk and when she could, steering the conversation away from the gods and what they may or may not desire. 

Once they settled down for the night and Vein was asleep, Lane slipped away. He wasn't bad company, but she didn't want to be hanging around in case these gods of his gave him any ideas about what rituals might call for the blood of a maiden, or some shit like that. No sireee. Nope. Lane noped right out there, just as quickly as her three good paws would carry her back to Firefly Glen.