Sentinels of the Past [Rhaegara]

He came out victorious, and he grinned easily, stepping away to give the girl room to stand as he sat, tongue lolling in a light pant. “You fought well, though.”

His tone held no condescension or lie, only genuine approval in the ability he sensed lay under the rust of disuse. With practice, she’d be a strong fighter, and a formidable foe. After all, she’d never fought someone with defenses like armor, and he nodded agreement with a laugh.

“I had fun making it, and it’s saved my hide a few times already.” Mostly against big cats. He straightened his spine in a stretch and cocked his head at her, ears perked. He had no doubt she’d probably be somewhat sore in the following days, so he added, “I can share some of my field kit with you. I’ve got food, some wound salves and light pain-killing herbs. They’re only just strong enough to dull really bad pain until I can get to a real healer, but I’ve gotten some pretty good basic field healing training.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think