Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

She had both enjoyed and learned quite a bit from their previous spar… with every ounce of training, she improved and it was what she needed in that moment… she needed to learn new methods of survival, ones that did not rely on the risk of others. Even back home, her survival in fleeing had hinged upon her best friend’s help. She did hope Chenoa was okay, and that no harm had come to her. She had already been married, and her husband was kinder than some of the others, and so Aquene hoped that she was safe and protected.
 
She was pulled from her thoughts at the promise of a spar whenever she wanted, a weight lifting off her chest in that moment as she once more offered him a grateful smile. No doubt, she would take him up on that. Her head tilted to the side curiously though the medic said nothing as he called her name in question, explaining… and she smiled softly. “Anytime, Kallik.” She assured him softly. “It’s nice… it’s been so long since I’ve had a friend, one that I can talk to about things like this… I am glad you trust me enough to talk about these things. I know how hard it can be.” And likewise, she trusted him with this information as well.