She is not going to squeeble at the adorable Hyur. She is not going to squeeble at the adorable Hyur. Even if the Hyur looks absolutely precious.
“The dangers of training with the sword, hm? Here, stay still. I’ll have you fixed right up.”
She hadn’t even realized she had gotten herself hurt at first. Too focused on what she had been doing. A blink of surprise as she looked down to the crimson streak on her bare side, minor but still a wound. Probably bad idea she had been out training without the armor today.
“Aye. Apparently so today.” Keaira said with a bright smile as she held still. “Thank you very much for being so kind…” She realized she hadn’t asked for a name yet. “I’m Keaira Stark. Pleasure to meet you. What might I call you?”
Spirit of the Warlock 