Redsand Canyon Bane

Hm, he sounded. The noise hung thoughtfully on the air.

This had grown into the most cryptic meeting he’d had. Cad was bursting with curiosity and wonder. He wanted to dig deeper into this woman’s turmoil. The desire to help beat alongside his heart. He cursed himself for his nosiness and forced his tongue to be held. Fennec had lived a life. She carried things with her that were none of his business to ask about.

Is there something you’d like to get off your chest?

Damn, he couldn’t hold it well enough.

Cad closed his eyes and his mind flushed with internal reprimand.

I wish to be a medic of the mind and heart as much as the body.

The explanation was only offered as a reason for his intrusiveness. Fennec might think he was a nosy little fox, snickering his way into her inner thoughts. Cad didn’t know how to explain to her that he understood pain of the soul, that it was just as wicked as the physical turmoil of a soldier. For soldiers could easily carry their scars and they would be recognized for the harshness of their battles.

Fennec’s were hidden beneath the sharpness of her tongue and the milky wash of her eyes. No one could see the scars she bore on her heart. It must have been a horrible pain to hold.