Redsand Canyon A dirt road's singing me a siren song

Just as she was about to correct him, he corrected it for her. She huffed skeptically, but then smirked. Sure, maybe it did mean something to her that she’d done it. But she still wasn’t sure that was enough. It had hardly brought her peace.

Well, thanks doc. If I need a life coach anytime soon, I’ll make sure I come to you. As long as it comes at a discount. Teasing aside, she had appreciated this conversation. It was just approaching a level of sincerity that she wasn’t quite able to appreciate outwardly. She’d rather slip back into her usual defensive snark, albeit this time with good-natured teasing.

Probably time to do something more productive though. Good spar - we’ll do it again, soon. She’d let him say anything else he wanted, then head out to patrol or attempt a hunt. She’d been trying the latter more and more as she grew comfortable in the territory, though she still hadn’t managed much.