Building Bridges

He called the boy out, pointing out he knew that Bird was there, not that the quiet healer had been hiding, but he didn’t seem terribly certain of himself when Sirius turned to him. The Warlord sat, patient and quiet, his nature calm and more easily dealt with now that he was a father-to-be.

It didn’t take too much longer for the hesitant healer to speak. His nervous movements did not go unnoticed by Sirius, but he was polite enough not to call him out on it. The boy apparently wanted to show that he was more confident - not that his actions or words gave that same message.

“That’s great news” Sirius said, if Bird wanted to be confident, owning up to it was the first step, perhaps reality would follow will. “Your welcome to continue to stay in our den as long as you please, if you wish to move back to your own, let me know. In the meanwhile, I’ve been meaning to tell you - i’ve changed your rank to Combat Medic, you already have a garden to grow herbs in, but consider yourself a full member of the pack.”