Lets be friends.

He growled when the thing stepped closer. Lying in bed, it was hard to gouge the exact height of his intruder, but he was easily what… half? The height of the Warlord. Half the height, and twice the personality. He winced as the boy started speaking, and didn’t stop.

“Warlord.” he ground out when Outlaw asked his name. Hoping he would get the hint, and hush his speech hole. “I don’t need any more herbs.” He was sick of things being thrown down his throat, and patches on his coat. Hovering healers, and these four walls. He wanted out.

And that was when the idea hit him. Tamsyn wasn’t looking, and this bright eyes creature looked like he longed to be helpful. “Do you want to make yourself useful?”

"Speech"