He tensed, expecting further arguments, or for her to call his words bullshit. Her stern demeanour and brisk approach to the problem gave him the impression that he could expect tough love from the healer.
Instead, she told him that she understood, and offered her ears to him. A strange idea, and not one he had ever had presented to him before. His confidante had always been Deathbelle, but things were strange between them at the moment.
“Thank you Lady Lucretia… that is an unexpected kindness” he admitted softly, easing himself down on the floor of her den. He looked a little less weary now that he knew Lucretia wasn’t about to force his agreement into anything he wished to avoid. “Likewise, you can call on me, if you have any issues that need brute strength to solve.” he gave her a partial, wry smile, and found himself thinking she would be another wolf on his list to protect, out of more than just duty. He would kill for the brisk healer.
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