I Hold with Those Who Favor Fire

Exhaustion had hit him pretty heavily after being patched up. He had spoken to Tam, and then drifted in and out of consciousness. Every time he woke, she was right there with him. The closeness, the hovering care, reminded him of Zee. it hurt but he couldn’t ask her to leave. Not after what he had done to her. Besides, he wasn’t entirely certain she would listen to him, Warlord or no. She had decided to make it her personal mission to keep him alive, and her determination was almost frightening.

He was drifting back into it when he heard the steps of another wolf. Assuming it was another healer come to hover over him, he tightened his closed eyelids, and waited for them to do whatever they needed to and bugger off. He had never been a good patient. That time he had broken his leg, he had just about his entire pack stepping in eggshells around him.

Even Zee had kept her distance.

He had a feeling that Tam wouldn’t be backing away any time soon. It seemed the more he scared her, the tighter she clung to him.

The healer was speaking, only it wasn’t a healer, it was Art. Well, there was a conversation he thought he would have more time to work his way up to. Art his godson. He had done something terrible to Art, and he didn’t want to open his eyes and see the hate in that noble blue wolf's eyes. “No.” he answered Art.

Tamsyn chuckled and swatted him - he assumed that was an order to behave - before she got up from her watch and left the room. Leaving him to face Art alone, the traitor.

"Speech"