Out of the Woods

Basilisk hurrumped at the healer's nonplussed attitude. But he was well accustomed to Halo, who could be considered a push over in all aspects of life. Except when it came to healing. He’d been half raised by her, and respect for a healer was ingrained, even when he was sore and grumpy. “She can finally get the storeroom back together” he said, faint approval breaking through his grump.

“One.” Basilisk said confidently, glancing over at the basket in question. He slid slowly forward, partly out of his bed. Still giving Ollie space to look at the stitches on his shoulder, but also clearly indicating his intent. He was leaving this den today.


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