Redsand Canyon that was still learning the alphabet

perhaps, praimfaya considers, if she'd have went into more detail, renard wouldn't call her words a lie. they were not ...at least not all of them. they assure her that they aren't here to 'hold donovan's hand' — a strange expression, she thinks, but makes the connection to what they mean well enough. a lofty shrug of silverlit shoulders are given. a beat of silence stretches on as praimfaya is content to lounge in the shadows and not all that eager to edge back into the browbeat of the sun just yet. would she have been human it would be easy enough to get a golden tan living in the canyon. is there any trees around here or is it all just redrock and redsand? praimfaya inquires. though she could certainly brave the sun and find out for herself it seems a bit extra when there was someone presumably more knowledgeable about the saints claim right before her.