Why can't we be friends

Once permission was entered, Wylan trotted in, smiling at her with all the cheer in the world. His eyes glanced about her den, and he saw that she had made use of some of the things he had brought her. There was the teddy bear on her bed. Had she hugged it, as he once had? His smile grew a little more and he trotted towards her.

She lay with her leg stretched out, and he came to a stop at the end of the bed, near the injury. “I’m going to see how it’s healing” He warned her, glancing over at her for a moment. Remembering her prickliness from when they first met. He unwrapped it, checked it, applied some herbs, and rewrapped it. The entire ordeal was over as quickly as he could manage it. “You need to do some exercises to strengthen it. A short walk would do you some good, would you like to accompany me around the Armada?” He suggested. Going the healer route as an excuse to show her around.


"Wylan Fatalis"