Redsand Canyon i won't go down your blushing bride

The Saints were an odd bunch. There seemed to be a lot of hustle around this place, a lot of tension. What grabbed his attention that day was a face other than Donovan's laying upon a rock. Emerald eyes flicked over her catching the healing wounds and expertly studying the limb that hung to the side eyeing it for inflammation, swelling. "Do you need help?" he asked cautiously standing beside her boulder. Donovan had brought him here for this reason and to be honest he was eager to gather herbs from the earth and tend to his first patient. 

I hope it's okay if I snatched this! I am trying to get him more fleshed out