Hoshor Plains in poisoned places, we are anti-venom

Always picking the odd ones. She teased softly, but she fully acknowledged her sister's words with an internal seriousness. Eleni would prepare herself for whatever brand of seriousness this man supposedly had. Personally she saw nothing wrong with being serious for she found it more...agreeable. Easier to decode their motives and feelings.

What she had not expected was the beacon of power that he was. Large and imposing like none other. Regardless of any warnings her sister had given her, Eleni had decided he was a looker. Although in her roaming gaze she had spotted his injury and a deep frown cut into her formerly mesmerized features. You're hurt. She blurted without regard for the feast he had been so kind to provide. I mean...thank you but, you're hurt.

Crimson eyes rolling to look over at Nirali. What am I going to do with the both of you? A soft tsk escaped her but the softness of her gaze betrayed any edge her words may have held.