spring peepers

The mere mention of his mother caused his own face to harden into an iron mask; impenetrable and flawless. He would eye her, a dark coldness in his eyes as he said not a word in response to her... dangerous tone. He had to resist curling his lip in a sneer - what did she think he was, a mere, fearful tiny pup with no common sense? He thankfully succeeded, watching silently as she seated herself... and once again talking like she was an idiot pup, as if he didn't understand what healing was. He may not have had experience with it - much - but he knew what it was. Still, it was an offer of help - and he knew the paw only disabled him. "If you would like," he would respond, his tone even and utterly neutral, devoid of any emotion. He would remain standing, however, waiting for a confirmation - or a denial. Either way, it would not matter to him