All that the light touches

Oleander shook his white coat to further get rid of the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. He hid for a moment in one of the dusty rooms by himself and pressed his forehead against a wall. He took a moment to take in a deep sigh. Wyl didn't deserve that. He knew Wylan was especially affectionate but he couldn't just shake the irritated prickly feeling his skin made when someone was worried about him, or holding him in a hug that made him feel trapped. Being trapped in his own body as a child while he almost died a few times was enough. He didn't want anyone to worry, least of all Wylan, most of all Mortis, and above all Mom. He had to be strong for them, he needed to show them that he was fine. They didn't need to worry about him. Every time they worried about him it felt like his heart was about to burst from breaking, he never wanted to give them that pain again. Especially now that Mom had gone with Whisp and Ward. He had to be strong for them.

Another deep sigh.
Okay, he can face him again, and maybe apologize, and answer his brother's question that he just let hang in the air.

"Wyl? I'm sorry. My fur gets super prickly when my stomach gets really bad like that." And when he was in pain in general but he wasn't going to feel pain anymore, right?
"I haven't found any secret compartments yet, think maybe Dad built some?" Or maybe Spider added some. How does one find a secret compartment?

And figure out who should tend the bees... Since Wylan isn't stepping up maybe he could try. At least figure out what it takes. But Wyl was the one who liked making the honey treats. He thought Wylan would be all over trying to tend the bees.  

"Speech"